Jaskier was a little in shock. Processing his thoughts as he saw the huge creature in front of him. Truly… despite spending so much time with witchers, sorcerers and all sorts of adventures. He had never actually encountered a troll in the flesh.

Only in stories, songs and in the accounts of witnesses who saw or were related to these creatures. His first time seeing such a species was at that very moment.

“If it’s no use running, is there any chance I’ll make it out of this little meeting of ours alive, kind sir?” Jaskier smiled nervously, planning a thousand escape plans. Or at the end he turns into a dragon as the final move. But prefer not to draw attention in any way if possible.

The Troll hadn’t meant for his first words to come out so cryptically. Nor for the human to take Bruce’s words as a threat. And as the Troll slowly lumbered on all fours towards the stranger, his attention wasn’t on the human; instead, his enormous head lowered in a predatory manner— like a cat steadying itself for a pounce— and turned to scan the horizon to their right.

Outside the path and beyond the road, Bruce could smell them and hear the footfalls of paws gathering in the forest duff. They weren’t wolves. Though Bruce wished they were. Wolves were less of a fight than the creatures that lurked just beyond the tree line. Bruce flared his nostrils and his gaze settled back on the newcomer to which the Troll drew close.

x

Jaskier screamed at Geralt. He’d broken his heart that day on the mountain side. And after that Jaskier had tried all he could to burn the memories of the butcher. Still even after pouring his broken heart into a song the best could it still wasn’t enough.

As Geralt took his hands and kissed the scars it felt like they were burning again. Yanking his hands to him he looked dead cold at Geralt as he curled his hands into fists slightly shaking by the burning feeling Geralt’s lips had left.

The demon hunter of white hair was giving his gun the final re-calibration. As soon as he saw the other enter through the van door, he positioned Blue Rose on his back and took out his sword. In the end he covered his head with hood. A private ritual he's been used to for too long to stop now.

“Yeah, I know. I can feel them coming. Damn demons. They look like cockroaches. Too many and if you kill one another one pops up right after. I'm glad you got here safely but... Are you alright to fight, Will? I'm not gonna lie, the battle can be tough.”

“I’m able to fight.” The redhead answered, “I deal with worse. These demons are easy to deal with than a moose.” He said, just to steel his nerves. A tough battle. He’s nervous but he needs to do something about this. Then he has to make sure he doesn’t get in the way and provides the support that Nero needs. 

he lets out a small breath of a laugh. a safe plan. what mattered was that he had a plan. whatever the bloody damage was mat would see at the end of it. some how the damages never really came out too bad for him. bloody good luck. “you should know by now safe’s never been a strong suit of me.” he leans forward as if to keep him in confidence. “but you trust me, don’t you?” that seemed to matter. --- from here

"I think you're forgetting that I'm not one of the good guys. Of course I'm going to bolt when you give chase. I'd rather not end up behind bars. Kind of inconvenient."

"mortal? light, what are you then?” he hesitates, not sure if he wants to stick around for the answer. giving a small shake of his head at the notion of whatever that meant. he swears everyone around him is bloody mad. “never was one to think i knew anything. i’m a simple enough man. obviously studying never did any good. not for me or anyone else.” --- from here

Their last hunt hadn’t gone exactly as it should have been. Usually Jaskier would get away with a few cuts and bruises but he was always lucky. However that luck seemed to have ran out that day. He’d gotten badly hurt and honestly when the Bruce had tried to tear out his heart with its bare hands, Jaskier had been convinced this would be the night he died.

Feeling the heat of flames made him return back to the world of the living. The ground was hard and his entire body ached. Looking around confused he blinked trying to see clear.

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