Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

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"Geralt, I bet you ten gold coins that I could beat you in a wrestling match." You smirked, randomly placing the bet as you sat within a crowded tavern. Geralt flicked his eyes across your body, shaking his head in response.

"You'd lose before it even started." He muttered, returning his attention to the contract he held in his hands. The paper was sunbaked from sitting on the message board for several weeks. The print was barely legible at that point. But, you and Geralt hadn't had much work, which meant your coin was running low.

An idea popped into your head, one that you figured would satisfy both of your needs.

You suppressed another devilish smirk as you cleared your throat. "They're probably dead at this point. We should look for something else."

"Don't say that."

"Well, let's be logical, Mr. Cold-Hearted-Witcher-Working-Only-For-Coin's-Greed. People spit at us, well, you. Me by association. Anyways, we're harassed and hassled everywhere we go, yet begged when a monster starts scooping up kids and livestock. And do we make it rich? No! We barely have enough to rent a room, so why should we chase down every lead-"

"Would you get to the point already?" Irritation flooded Geralt's voice. He was definitely getting cranky.

You rolled your eyes with a huff. "Fine. Let's do something a bit more lucrative. And much more entertaining. Something that has a system we can play for our benefit."

Geralt seemed to perk up as he waited for you to finish your thought. "Go on."

"Fighting."

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"How did I let you convince me to do this?" Geralt grumbled as you both stood at the edge of a fight ring the next day. The sun was high, scorching the ground and creating a brittle dust that flew around the ring with every scuff and tumble.

You took in a deep breath, catching the scent of blood, sweat, and perhaps a few tears. You stood in only your trousers, the heat of the sun basking on your shoulders. You turned to Geralt, chest puffed as you laughed heartily.

"Because its fun!" You grinned before leaning in to whisper, "And profitable."

Geralt shook his head as he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic.

"Are you leaving your boots on? I was considering fighting barefoot.." You commented, unsure of what would be better.

Geralt shrugged his shoulders, leaving the decision to you. You could tell he was treating this as any other contract, so he probably wouldn't do anything different. You, on the other hand, planned to have fun and would showboat your fighting skills.

You and Geralt were both on the roster to fight and it would only be a matter of moments until it was one of your turns.

Finally, after the current match ended, it was your turn. You stepped into the circle and listened to the men around you. Some seemed impressed by your appearance, while others were unsure. You were even doubtful of yourself once the other man entered the ring.

He's fucking huge! You thought, sweat dripping down your spine as you took in the site of your competitor. He was practically busting out of a loin cloth. You figured he could wrestle a bear to its death.