The Devil and the Witcher

Chapter 3

(When there isn't name it means 3rd person POV)

"Hello" the woman said. "The She-Devil, I assume" the Witcher said, looking at the woman, she was beautiful, Geralt couldn't deny it. She had very dark brown eyes, so close to black, they were the darkest eyes Geralt had ever seen. But they had this beautiful swirl of red, it was captivating. The She-Devil curtsied and smiled "The one and only" and looked into Geralt' eyes, the gold suited his white skin and his white hair, he had a good jawline and sharp features.

Geralt  watched her features, she had sharp and beautiful face, a charcoal black hair with silver strands, a tanned skin. Also an emotionless expression. "You were made to kill monsters, I'm one, so, are we going to sword fight?" she asked, cocking her head to left.

Geralt nodded and Diana smiled, "Finally, somebody who can match me" she stood to her toes and whispered into the Witcher's ear: "And I am good" after that she winked and walked off, before she disappeared down the stairs Geralt saw that she had an silver sword of an Witcher strapped on her back. He let out a low growl.

Diana had heard the growl. "An ale please" she yelled and jumped up and down, excited. "Why are you so excited?" Mary asked Diana while giving her the ale, "I will fight the Witcher" she answered and drank the ale in one go.

"Why are you excited about it" Mary said and looked concerned. "Because, I'm gonna make a deal, if I win, I get to go with him, and if he wins, well, he kills me" Diana said and took her falchion sword out, slashing the air.

"No" they heard the Witcher growl. "Oh yes my dearest" Diana said, "Hmm, fuck" Geralt grunted. "So, when will we fight" Diana said and took a beer out of Geralt' hand. "Why do you have a silver sword?" Geralt asked and, angrily. "Wouldn't you like to know" the devil said and drank the beer.

Geralt growled and grabbed Diana. "You will tell me" he growled and Diana just sat on Geralt's lap, "You don't scare me, and I will be an annoying flirt if you won't stop" she said and turned around, straddling him. Geralt stood up and Diana jumped off. "Tell" Geralt said, "Me". "No. I don't think I will" Diana growled and walked out. "Go" Mary said. Geralt grunted and walked out of the inn. 

Diana was slashing through the air with her swords. She was angry that the Witcher treated her like shit. Well, they have no emotions they say she thought. She swirled around the outskirts of the forest, her falchion sword slashed through a tree. The gash was big, it almost cut the tree in half.

"Training huh?" a deep voice came from behind Diana, "Yes" she replied to James. Diana turned around and looked at the blacksmith, his brown hair was all around the place and his deep green eyes had bags under them. He was tired, also the stubble that he usually doesn't have also gave it away. "Hi James" Diana greeted the blacksmith and James chuckled, "Always so cheery, and you are about to fight a Witcher" he said smile forming to his lips.

"How did you know?" the woman asked, "Word travels fast around the town, and faster when it's about you" James answered and then added, "So, my tiny girl is finally fighting a Witcher". "Not funny James" Diana said, "And it is not my fault that you are over two meters.

"Well, you could try to use heels to grow over 1,75 meters" the blacksmith joked, he knew that Diana hated heels and 'woman clothing'. "Fuck you" Diana said and placed her swords to their scabbards. 

"Hold your horses" the blacksmith said, throwing his hands up jokingly. Diana let out an sigh and walked past James.

"I'm going to fight him, now"

"No you aren't" James said and grabbed Diana's wrist. "It is too risky" he said. "I don't give a rat's ass" Diana said, getting easily out of the grip.