The headbutt was strong enough that, for a moment, one of Geralt's pupils blew, but only one of them, as he reeled back half-confused. He recovered quickly enough -- taking punches from giants was, in fact, in his job description.
"Shit." He shook it off, and then leaned on the nearby maple tree for support. Even with some food in his belly, the Qunari liquor was damn strong.
"Yeah, and maybe I'll be the first to succeed. What's there to lose?" Geralt sniffed. "Ill be out here until whatever this is either kills me or blows over. You're welcome to linger."
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Date: 2017-09-25 03:58 am (UTC)"Shit." He shook it off, and then leaned on the nearby maple tree for support. Even with some food in his belly, the Qunari liquor was damn strong.
"Yeah, and maybe I'll be the first to succeed. What's there to lose?" Geralt sniffed. "Ill be out here until whatever this is either kills me or blows over. You're welcome to linger."