Geralt landed on his back with a deep grunt. Fortunately, far enough from the fire that none of his clothing or hair caught. Bull might not deserve the aggression, and he was absolutely drunk and making a bad decision to recklessly harass the giant ox man.

But it felt good, damn good, to get some of it out.

If he could get Bull on his back, he might have an easier time. Geralt propped himself up on one elbow and formed the sign of aard with his fingers. It released a shockwave of very cold air toward Bull.