Bull, however, stayed still, his back pressed against the small tree. He watched Geralt in the dark, still grinning and feeling more satisfied.
He could smell the witcher, maybe not as well as Geralt could smell him, but he wasn't unaware of the other man's excitement and adrenaline. The Bull just sat there, relaxing and breathing, allowing himself to come down from the rush of a good fight. Now he wondered what it'd be like to fight Geralt sober.
They might have to try it.
Bull waited until Geralt's heartbeat sounded calmer and he got up slowly to shuffle back toward the fire pit.
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Date: 2017-09-25 06:23 am (UTC)He could smell the witcher, maybe not as well as Geralt could smell him, but he wasn't unaware of the other man's excitement and adrenaline. The Bull just sat there, relaxing and breathing, allowing himself to come down from the rush of a good fight. Now he wondered what it'd be like to fight Geralt sober.
They might have to try it.
Bull waited until Geralt's heartbeat sounded calmer and he got up slowly to shuffle back toward the fire pit.
"You gonna light that again?"