[ Announcing this to the others was Castiel's idea. Geralt prefers to solve problems on his own, but he can accept a few extra hands won't hurt. Neither of them are...functioning at full capacity.
To say the least.
And no, he isn't pleased by their misstep. He should've fucking known better. He can practically hear Vesemir chewing him out.
In any case, Geralt's leaning against the nearest surface a few steps behind Castiel, looking vaguely irked by the whole damn situation. The reddened rash runs up the length of his arm where he'd shielded himself. In his hand is one of the long spindly claws. Apparently the only piece of that ugly bastard that doesn't liquify. ]
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To say the least.
And no, he isn't pleased by their misstep. He should've fucking known better. He can practically hear Vesemir chewing him out.
In any case, Geralt's leaning against the nearest surface a few steps behind Castiel, looking vaguely irked by the whole damn situation. The reddened rash runs up the length of his arm where he'd shielded himself. In his hand is one of the long spindly claws. Apparently the only piece of that ugly bastard that doesn't liquify. ]