A/N: Apologies to anyone who already read some drabbles; I've rearranged them and put them into proper order so that they will make more sense. Again, sorry guys!

Witcher Drabble

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The Witcher stood on the water's edge, the gentle waves lapping at his worn leather boots, the water permeating into the visible cracks in the leather. If he cared, he didn't show it. He stood there, his cat like eyes gazing out at the water, lost in thought.

"Geralt?"

"Hm?" He muttered over his shoulder, snapping out of his daze.

"I'm ready to begin."

He gave a terse nod as he pushed strands of his milky white hair from his scarred face. The Witcher discarded his weapons at the base of a large oak tree, removed his armor until he was down to nothing but his trousers and tunic and turned to face his opponent. He stood with his back to the water, and motioned, with his ungloved hands, for his adversary to come forward.

"Alright, come at me." He commanded taking a combative stance. "Show me what you've got."

The next moment he was dodging a forward blow. Damn, she's got a lot faster. He thought as he pirouetted to the right, barely avoiding a blow to his temple. He swung his arm around to make contact with his opponent's stomach, but found only air, as she pivoted left out of his reach. She dropped to the ground leaving one leg outstretched, spun around and knocked the Witcher off his feet. Geralt rolled to the right and was on his feet in less and three seconds, giving him enough time to swing his elbow backwards, catching her in the ribs. She coughed as his elbow drove into her chest, but didn't allow it to slow her down.

She whirled a closed fist forward hitting Geralt square on his temple. Geralt groaned as his vision faded to a fuzzy darkness from the precise blow. The Witcher staggered backward a few steps, blinking a few times to regain his vision. He felt an open palm on his chest pushing down as his feet were kicked out from under him, once again. He fell to the ground with a thud, the air knocked out of his lungs, coughing as dirt and dust billowed around them.

"Damnit." He muttered between coughs. He laid there blinking away the spots before his eyes trying to find her in the dust cloud.

"I can't believe it. I bested you for once!" she said straddling his lap, her hands resting on his heaving chest.

"Yeah," he coughed. "neither can I. You've gotten a lot faster, have you been training without me?" He questioned his eyesight finally coming back into focus.

"No, not really. Well, do morning runs through the Gauntlet count?" Geralt rolled his eyes.

"You're insane." he muttered trying to sit up.

"Yeah, well you like me that way." She teased pushing him back to the ground. "The only way I'm going to be able to stick around is if I can prove I'm worthy." She said poking her finger into his chest for emphasis.

"You already have. The professors love you. They're not going to make you leave."

"I'm afraid they will though, if I keep causing trouble." She sighed, running her hand through her brunette hair absentmindedly.

"That's not your fault." He said sternly, wrapping his large calloused hand around her smaller freshly blistered one.

"I know, but yet it is... I knew being the only female in a group of thirty-ish men that things would take a turn eventually. If I can hold my own ground, perhaps, they will give a second thought to messing with me and I will be able to stay."

"Well, the rate you're going you'll be a better Witcher than the lot of them." He chuckled, giving her a lopsided grin.

"Perhaps in heart," she replied solemnly. "but I won't ever undergo the trials. They'd never allow it." She sighed again, lowering her head to rest on Geralt's chest.

"So?" he held her head to his chest and ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke. "You've already proven to me that you have the natural aptitude for it." He rebutted, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She groaned into his chest, languishing as their conversation went on.

"I don't know if that will matter in the end though, Geralt. Witcher work has always been carried out by men. Even if I did get to stay and finish training, who would hire a female 'Witcher'?"