Clatter!
The chains contracted, dragging Tessa into the Demon's body.
Facing a Demon larger than a bison and weighing nearly a ton, Geralt could hardly feel at ease.
It
put considerable pressure on him just by standing there.
He raised the Demon Hunter Gun.
"Human, put down that fire poker and become Garm's food!"
Garm. That was the canine Demon's name.
Geralt answered him with a gunshot.
Bang!
A round-nosed bullet engraved with a Holy Cross struck Garm's chest and lodged in the muscle beneath his skin.
Geralt backed away, ejected the casing, chambered another round, and fired.
Bang!
Bang!
Garm moved fast enough to dodge both shots.
By then, he was already upon Geralt.
He swung a claw at him.
Geralt hastily raised the Demon Hunter Gun to block.
A tremendous force slammed into him.
Then he went flying.
Thud!
Geralt spun twice in midair and landed face-down.
He lay still.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Huff, huff...
Geralt gasped like a drowning man finally reaching air, his chest heaving. He braced himself with both hands and rolled over.
Like a fish tossed onto shore?
At a time like this, Geralt actually felt like laughing. He glanced aside. The Demon Hunter Gun had been flung far away.
Forget it. The bullet lodged in Garm's muscle had already been forced out, without leaving so much as a mark. The Demon Hunter Gun lacked the power to do much against him.
Geralt looked down.
Three bloody gashes crossed his chest, the flesh torn open.
Luckily, he had blocked with the Demon Hunter Gun at the last moment. Otherwise, he would have been disemboweled.
First came pain, then numbness.
Poison!
"Hiss!"
He sucked in a sharp breath, making his tiny contribution to global warming.
"You've really pissed me off."
Geralt staggered