The loud crack of splitting wood snapped through his head but didn't distract Bull for long. Irrationally, he wanted to put his head down and meet the damn thing's charge straight on.
He saw Geralt move, saw Krem, smelled blood.
Bull went low. He couldn't take those antlers, but the fiend's chest was broad and open, if he could just get to it. In his urge for blood, he forgot the fiend had claws, forget it was capable of swiping at him. Bull roared frustration when claws caught his side, but he spun to get out of their grip, didn't go down.
He stepped back, eye on the fiend as he reached to feel how bad the injury was. Not too deep, but it was going to hurt the next time he went to swing the maul. The fiend was turning on Geralt and Bull tried to find Krem, tried to make sure he wasn't in the thing's line of sight.
"Watch it, Geralt," he barked, though the witcher would have a hard time missing the large creature's movement. Maybe it was slow, maybe it telegraphed its movements, but it was strong. "Krem. Krem."
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He saw Geralt move, saw Krem, smelled blood.
Bull went low. He couldn't take those antlers, but the fiend's chest was broad and open, if he could just get to it. In his urge for blood, he forgot the fiend had claws, forget it was capable of swiping at him. Bull roared frustration when claws caught his side, but he spun to get out of their grip, didn't go down.
He stepped back, eye on the fiend as he reached to feel how bad the injury was. Not too deep, but it was going to hurt the next time he went to swing the maul. The fiend was turning on Geralt and Bull tried to find Krem, tried to make sure he wasn't in the thing's line of sight.
"Watch it, Geralt," he barked, though the witcher would have a hard time missing the large creature's movement. Maybe it was slow, maybe it telegraphed its movements, but it was strong. "Krem. Krem."