Witchers love to play fight. It’s not a soft kind of fighting either, they growl, chase, tackle, claw, and bite as if they are going to kill each other. The only indication that they aren’t out for blood is their habit of sneezing while playing like dogs. Of course, everyone failed to mention that fact to poor Jaskier who freaks out as he watches Lambert and Geralt growl and bite at each other’s throats all the while Eskel and Vesemir continue their tasks as if nothing was happening.
“Don’t just stand there! Do something!” Jaskier pleads unsure how to separate the two.
“Relax Jask, they’re just playing,” Eskel says hearing sneezing from both sides.
“Like hell they are! They’re going to kill each other!” The bard cries giving Vesemir his irresistible puppy eyes, “Please make them stop. What if Geralt gets hurt?”
Sighing, Vesemir gets up and pulls Geralt off by the scruff of his neck, “Enough, you’re scaring the lark.”
“Aw, what!? We’re just playing! I was close to beating him too!” Lambert huffs annoyed (he was nowhere close to winning)
“In what world is that playing!?” Jaskier shouts rushing over to Geralt’s side.
