thequarrelsome:

Lambert scoffed as he watched Layne run off attacking the griffin. Kill him? The fucking prick… he’d like to be that good that he would even have a chance at killing him. Upstart doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. First change he gets… he’ll definitely teach him a lesson, kid is getting way too arrogant.

But for now he just ran after him, seeing how Layne was doing. No matter their differences, when it came to hunting monsters, he would put that aside to work together, otherwise one of them might still bite the dust by the claws of the griffin. So he ran, jumped and rolled, dodging the attacks of the griffin when it didn’t try to battle the other. Once he reached the other side of the monster he was hoping to block its way in case it decides to try and make a run for it, in the meantime slashing at the creature and every chance he got, drawing blood, tiring it out through the loss of blood.

Once they were finally done and the griffin lay on the ground motionless, Lambert made sure to go round the creature in a way so he approaches Layne from behind and with a small but efficient movement he kicked his legs out from under him.

“ Good job… and this is for mouthing off. “

With the big griffin dead and the smaller one injured, the fight went on easier than he expected it to go. Two against one with the one being a wounded beast. Hardly fair but the griffin was still fully capable of killing them. And it put up enough of a struggle for him to enjoy. Swords came down and they dodged the razor-sharp claws as they came at him. Precise moves and going after the already opened wounds were a good enough bet to hinder the griffin. It wasn’t long before the beast fell and lay still, breathing it’s last breath. Adrenaline rushed through the witcher’s veins and a grin seemed to be plastered to his lips.

Blood rushing in his ears, the glow of the fight still writhing through his body, he didn’t catch Lambert as the man came up behind him. His legs were swept from underneath him and he let out a small shout as he fell. A sharp burst of anger gripped him and he glared up to the other. Teeth grit and the smile shifted more to a snarl. Layne picked himself up after a moment and dusted off his clothes before taking a step closer.

“ You’re quite the sore loser. But don’t worry - ” He reached up and placed a hand on Lambert’s shoulder. “ - you stand a chance to begin with. ”

Fingers gripped Lambert’s shoulder tightly and he brought his head back. Only for it to go shooting forward to connect his forehead with the other’s face.