It was a curious thing. Krem could hear Bull, as if from a distance. He was aware of the forest in that same sort of way, a great distance between himself and the reality of the situation. He could see the red eye, seered into him, staring, a flash of dark and everything else very, very far away.
Dodge, something in him said, the warning from Geralt, the instinct. Dodge. Move. You have to move.
He does the best that he can, almost an afterthought of a motion, a shuffle of things when he can manage to convince his body and mind to work in sync enough to do that for him at least.
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Date: 2017-11-07 04:21 am (UTC)Dodge, something in him said, the warning from Geralt, the instinct. Dodge. Move. You have to move.
He does the best that he can, almost an afterthought of a motion, a shuffle of things when he can manage to convince his body and mind to work in sync enough to do that for him at least.