Tomatoes

by littlewench

This is just a tiny little silly fic I wrote for a friend. I showed her a picture of Geralt and the first thing she said was "Oooh I bet he could slice tomatoes with those swords." Enjoy :)

This is a terrible idea," Geralt growled. "Oh come on, it will be interesting!" In moments like this, he hated Dandelion.

They went out drinking and, after a substantial amount of rounds, Dandelion got an idea. He bet Zoltan twenty orens that Geralt could manage to chop up tomatoes thrown at him with his sword. Geralt said no, of course. But Dandelion wouldn't leave him alone until he agreed.

So, there he was. Standing outside New Narakort, his sword drawn, facing Zoltan and Dandelion who had hands full of tomatoes. "Ready?" asked Dandelion with a broad smile. Geralt nodded. Tomato by tomato, he sliced them all and even in his drunken state he managed not to miss a single one. But then it happened. Dandelion held the last red fruit in his hand, aiming, when the door of the inn opened, captain of the guards coming out. And Dandelion missed. To be exact, he missed Geralt. The captain on the other hand, got a ripe, juicy tomato right between his eyes.

"Ruuuuuun!" yelled Zoltan. And run they did, giggling like schoolboys.