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[rollstoseduce]

Who: A metaphorical wolf, an actual wolf, a bard, a swordcat, a rat king, a poison king, a horse with wings, a horse with a bug fish name and a wyvern eta and now a second horse
Where: National Park
When: Some time during 4th wall
Summary: Sparring! Powers! Potions! Animals! Secrets revealed, oh my!
Rating: let's give it an R for naughty jokes and references in narration



So you want to fight a witcher?
>Yes
>No
>Gwent

Comments

tmw u bullshit fighting scene as you try to remember positions and shit

[nastyboy]

[There's a flash of appreciation in Dimitri, one he can't formulate into solid thoughts or hold onto for long than a second, as Geralt drags him down to the earth with him. This is truly the kind of thing that only a truly experienced opponent can pull off.]

[There's time for admiration later. Dimitri grunts as the two of them hit the ground, and he already knows what Geralt is going to try before he tries it. The goal of all wrestling, of course.]

[But he still has his pipe in hand. Can't be swung, not properly, but it's still something. Dimitri shifts his grip on it as he falls, just enough to jab one end of it into the earth. Something to at least momentarily stop the roll Geralt is forcing on him, so that he can dig his own feet against the earth and slam his head into Geralt's face.]

fight scenes, man, they're hard (and not just like felix's dick rn)

[lovelybottom]

[Dimitri fights against his pin, which is only to be expected, and seems at least decently versed in fighting in this manner. His use of the pole in preventing a flip is effective, anchoring him well enough that Geralt wouldn't be able to do it without dislocating the other man's shoulder first. And he certainly doesn't have the kind of leverage to do that right now, nor does he particularly want to make the attempt.]

[Also, Dimitri just slams his head into Geralt's nose. That derails things a little.]

[Geralt grunts as Dimitri's solid skull connects with his face; it's a good hit, there's a real art to headbutting someone so that you don't rattle your own brain in the process. No blood yet, but that's more luck on Geralt's end than anything he did to mitigate damage.]

[He reaches for the pole that Dimitri planted into the ground with the intent to dislodge it and deprive him of that anchor. Both of their grips on the object are firm; ultimately, the weakest link in this chain is the metal itself, which gives with a pained noise under the force of Geralt's arm, bending at a sharp angle.]

[nastyboy]

[It honestly says something about Dimitri and his life choices that he's learned to become quite good at headbutts, especially in terrible situations. That something said is nothing good.]

[So, you know, par for the course]

[Also par for the course is the sharp and painful noise of the metal of the pipe warping underneath grip that is too strong for it. Worse, in fact, because it's two different grips, with Dimitri's own snapping part of it right off.]

[Well. Crud.]

[With his hand free, on account of breaking metal, Dimitri does the most automatic thing he can think of: he redirects his fist towards Geralt's side and... isn't thinking too hard about the strength behind it.]

[bestswordmaster]

[lovelybottom]

[They have broken the pole. This is... fine, probably. Hopefully Dimitri wasn't terribly attached to the thing, because now it's in two pieces and neither of those are going to be very good for practicing his polearm form. Also non-ideal is the fist that sinks into Geralt's side, because that's actually a pretty good hit and Geralt legitimately feels it. Most humans can't muster up a blow that's strong enough to faze him in any significant manner; Dimitri has pulled off such a feat, hitting him hard enough to elicit a short, cut off grunt.]

[Usually, when sparring with humans, Geralt generally avoids striking the head-- human skulls are fragile and their brains are so prone to getting scrambled that he won't take the risk. He doesn't want his sparring partners to end up permanently addled, after all.]

[Geralt punches Dimitri in the face.]

[He throws it from the left side, taking advantage of Dimitri's reduced field of vision to get a good blow or two in, and then go for trying to pin his arms if the other man is dazed enough to give him an opportunity.]

[nastyboy]

[For a brief moment after the impact of his fist against Geralt's side finally vibrates up his arm and registers in his brain, that is the always present part of his brain watching out for his Crest that goes electric in alarm. He's done it now, he's screwed up, he's just shattered someone's ribcage-]

[Geralt's fist to his face knocks those worries soundly out of his skull, along with probably most of his capability to think. It's a good thing he's already missing an eye on that side; a punch like that would probably give him the world's worst (or best, depending on which side one is on) shiner. The world swims for a moment, too much noise and sensation and a pounding headache already starting up. By the time he realizes where his arms are going - with no input from him - it's a bit too late for that.]

[But he wouldn't have survived for five years on his own, waging a one man campaign against a whole ass Empire, if he just laid down and died. With an animalistic snarl rolling out of his chest and from his mouth, Dimitri tries to dig his feet into the earth, see if he can't dislodge Geralt like a bucking beast.]