[Geralt is walking into the cage to fight when something-- the wish or destiny or whatever horseshit-- makes him look up into the crowd, and he finds dark hair and violet eyes even among the riot of other spectators. Like iron to magnets, or gravity, their meetings are inevitable and inexorable.]
[She looks much the same as she had on the mountain, when he'd last seen her. Beautiful, untouchable, and distant.]
[There's a man in front of him, though, and the match is starting. Geralt focuses on the task at hand; he can brood about sorceresses once he's not about to take a fist to the teeth.]
[He wins the fight with minimal damage to his body and an unfortunate tear in his shirt. He's annoyed about that far more than any bruises, mostly because the bruises will mend in time but the shirt's going to stay ripped until he can either fix it or replace it. He expects Yennefer to be long gone by the time he's gotten paid, but
here they are.]
[The first words out of her mouth are a barb. He probably deserves it.]
I didn't kill him. I don't kill men unless I have to. [He fought to a knockout, not to the death. The other fighter will wake, albeit with a lot of bruises and probably a pretty nasty concussion.]
What are you doing here, Yen?
[Of all the places that he would have expected to run into her, a seedy fight club ranks pretty low on the list.]
no worries, it's totally fine
[She looks much the same as she had on the mountain, when he'd last seen her. Beautiful, untouchable, and distant.]
[There's a man in front of him, though, and the match is starting. Geralt focuses on the task at hand; he can brood about sorceresses once he's not about to take a fist to the teeth.]
[He wins the fight with minimal damage to his body and an unfortunate tear in his shirt. He's annoyed about that far more than any bruises, mostly because the bruises will mend in time but the shirt's going to stay ripped until he can either fix it or replace it. He expects Yennefer to be long gone by the time he's gotten paid, but
here they are.]
[The first words out of her mouth are a barb. He probably deserves it.]
I didn't kill him. I don't kill men unless I have to. [He fought to a knockout, not to the death. The other fighter will wake, albeit with a lot of bruises and probably a pretty nasty concussion.]
What are you doing here, Yen?
[Of all the places that he would have expected to run into her, a seedy fight club ranks pretty low on the list.]