Bull braced himself, leaning over Geralt when the man shouldered into him, hard. It forced the air out of him, which didn't help the already light-headed feeling the maraas-lok gave him.

The next shove made him slide, but Bull grabbed Geralt around the middle, trying to keep his balance. If he was going down, Geralt was coming with him.

Just fall.

A tremor shivered through his chest and Bull started laughing, low and rich. Geralt's frustration, not all that different from Krem's or Dorian's, sparked it. Bull had been fighting mages for... a long time. Geralt wasn't quite that, but he wasn't far off with his tricks. Bull was just stubborn.