The Mutated One 🐺Cora Hale🐺

Chapter 7

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"Are you sure you're a Witcher?" Geralt asked as he swept Mieczy's feet out from under him and aimed the tip of his steel blade at his neck as the teenager breathed heavily. "Oh, I'm sorry...does my lack of fighting prowess and knowledge about sword fighting disappoint you?" Mieczy spat as he got to his feet for the umpteenth time. He picked up the wooden training sword and held the hilt with both hands. Geralt squinted his eyes as he lowered his sword to the ground and leaned against it. "What now?" Mieczy breathed. "Oh, nothing. It's just your form—" He answered. "My form? What about it? What's wrong with my form?" The teen asked looking at himself. "It's terrible." He answered. "Great. Add that to the list of things I suck at." The young Witcher spat in a hushed voice. "You are aware that what you are wielding is a sword, right? Not a bludgeon. However, if it ever comes to a point where you have to use one...at least you'll know how to, I guess." Geralt explained walking over. "Look." He added. "I get that you aren't used to wielding a sword. The way you're holding it...is awkward." He stated. "Well, sorry." Mieczy shot back. "Don't apologize for not being able to do something." Geralt sounded. "Your grip on the sword hilt...is too tight. Too straining. So if you are to swing the blade, you don't allow yourself any chance to adjust for a possible counterattack that could save your life. Loosen up." He instructed. The boy relaxed his grip on the hilt and felt the weight of the wooden blade drop to the ground. He instinctively went to lift it with his other hand when Geralt stopped him. "Let it." He said. "But—" Mieczy started. "You...are wielding a sword. Not an axe. Not a hammer. A sword. And a sword has a blade that is long, thin, and usually very weighty and heavy. So to compensate for this, we use wide arcing strokes to allow us to use the full weight of the blade as a tool. We don't see the weight as a hindrance as you do. And you see it as so because you lack something that most swordsmen have." Geralt explained. "And what would that be?" Mieczy asked. "Strength." Geralt answered. "I'm not weak." Mieczy  spat. "In terms of your average human in your time...maybe you aren't. But here, in this time period, you don't stand a chance against the common man." Geralt stated. Mieczy started towards him before he was dropped to the ground by the Master Witcher. "Don't embarrass yourself more than you already have, Mischief." Geralt told the boy. Mieczy let out a sigh and brushed himself off. "What if I can't wield a metal blade?" He asked. "Then you will die." Geralt said bluntly. "Wonderful." The teen said sarcastically. "You got this." Cora called out from across the training field. She was sitting next to Ciri.

Cora was now clothed in the appropriate clothing style of this era. And much to Mieczy's liking...he loved this era's fashion style. The tight-forming leather clothes and accessories. Cora looked beautiful. Beautiful was too small a word to describe her beauty. She was...indescribable. "Oh dear." Geralt sounded. "What?" Mieczy asked continuing to look at the beautiful woman. Geralt turned inward towards Mieczy. "You seem to be aiming something other than your sword in the direction of Lady Hale." Gerald said in hushed voice only he could hear. The boy's amber eyes went wide as he turned away from the werewolf. Geralt exploded into a series of laughter as he patted the young teen's back. "What do I do?" Mieczy muttered. "Don't look at me. I'm not helping you with that. That's all on you." Geralt told him walking away. "Hey, Cora! Mieczy...would  like a word with you!" Geralt called out. "What?! No, no, no, no, no! Stop! You fucking dick! I don't-" Mieczy spat in a hushed tone before Cora interrupted him. "What's up?" She asked. The boy squeaked with a reddened face. Geralt chuckled to himself as he smiled. "Well, I shall leave you two alone. Ciri. Let's go." Geralt announced walking away satisfied with his work as he sheathed his blade. Mieczy looked at the teenage werewolf trying his damnedest to control himself. "So...uh...you...you, uh, you look,—" He sputtered. "Are you okay?" She asked him. "What? I'm...I'm fine. Why would— why wouldn't I be okay? I'm totally...okay." Mieczy rambled. "Really? Because...your third leg says differently, Witcher." Cora told him offering the boy a mischievous grin. "I...I don't...know...what you're talking about. As far as I'm concerned...I only have two legs." Mieczy sounded backing away from the werewolf nervously before backing into a wall. "I don't have to be supernatural to be able to know that you're lying, Stiles." Cora whispered into his left ear. The way she said his name made his heart race. Her breath on his skin raised the hairs on the back of his neck. "And I can tell...that I make you nervous. Just by looking at you." She said against his neck. "Who wouldn't be nervous around you? Have you seen yourself? You're fucking gorgeous, Cora." Mieczy said before his face went deep red and his eyes wide once more. "Is it hot outside? It must be. Because...I know I'M hot. Are you hot? You must be. Because I am. Let's get some water." Mieczy rambled going to walk away when Cora stopped him. "I don't think so. There's a reason why you were to pick me to come with you. There's a reason why the others knew you would before you even had the chance to do it yourself. And that reason...is as simple as breathing air." Cora whispered getting closer to his face. "You...White Fox...are in love...with me." She breathed against his lips. "Wh-wha-what makes you...makes you think..." Mieczy started trying to search for words but only found himself being mesmerized by the girl's lips. "You are totally right. Fuck it. I'm in love with you." Mieczy whispered before leaning into kiss her. He pulled her close as she melted into the kiss with him. The two teens became one and the same as Mieczy lifted Cora off the ground and felt her legs wrap around his waist as she kissed his lips.

The white-haired teen headed into the fortress and to his quarters while Geralt and Ciri watched on from across the field. "You knew that would happen, didn't you?" Ciri asked the Witcher. "Of course I did. You think I wouldn't recognize two people who are deeply in love with one another without me knowing about it? Come on, Ciri. Who do you think I am?" Geralt explained. "Aw. You're just a big gushy bear on the inside aren't you? Yes you are. Look at you. You're happy and giddy inside." Ciri said with a smirk shoving her adoptive father lightly before heading inside.