[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Pelagic Lake[/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (4/20) -> Lvl 2 (5/20)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 547 words[/center]
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Geralt found himself thoroughly impressed by Linkle's weapons. They were capable of rapid-fire without any sort of reloading mechanism, and apparently of shooting bombs as well? His medallion [i]did[/i] rumble a bit whenever she fired them, so he chalked it up to some sort of magical effect. Still, that could be incredibly useful for combat purposes. Her tactics might need some work, certainly, but her equipment was up to par without a doubt. 

Din's abilities pushed her more towards the side of a strategic ally, one who could have a drastic impact on any battlefield from afar, and this "weather magic" of hers was definitely something he was hoping would be of use to them. Her healing dance, however, gave Geralt some ideas...both lecherous and practical. Yennefer would have his head if she could read his mind right about now. On the practical side of things, however, further supporting his natural regeneration abilities would be a great boon in the future, and it could allow him to handle an even larger variety of monsters in combat without having to worry too much about being killed by them. Between the bombs, the Quen sign, and his own abilities, he could probably handle a Fiend without oils, as stupid as it would be.

The short discussion over who would ride on which chocobos left him somewhat suspicious, especially after Linkle's...odd display of facial expressions. He didn't pay it much mind, however, when Din chose to instead ride her personal goat-like creature instead of with him. Frankly, he was a bit pleased, because the temptation was the [i]last[/i] thing he needed right now. Well, that and a pissed-off Yennefer. 

When they finally arrived at the lake, Geralt's eyes narrowed at the Definitely Not Drowners that were attacking two armed boys and an older man who was trying to escape to safety inside the floating house. Probably a wise decision on his part, as he was clearly not prepared for this sort of combat. 

Quickly casting the Quen sign, Geralt sighed as he felt the familiar shield cover his body. He drew his crossbow and rushed forward, aiming at one of the fish-monster-men that was approaching the older man. Taking a deep breath, he aimed carefully and fired, his bolt lodging itself directly into the side of the creature's head. The monster, however, merely turned and angrily pointed its spear at Geralt, causing several of its kin to do the same, breaking off to attack him. "Damn, tougher than it looks." He cursed, drawing his silver sword and charging into the fray.

A pair of the monsters met him, jabbing spears as he dodged one and parried the other, sword coming around to slash at the attacker's scales. The blade cut lightly into its flesh, but the scaly skin of the creature proved to be more than enough to protect it from a more grievous wound. "Watch their skin! It's like armor!" He called out, once more avoiding an attack and this time driving his sword straight through the monster's gut, tearing it out to the side and exposing its innards. The fish-beast stumbled backwards, hate and anger in its eyes as it collapsed, only to be replaced by another pair of monsters, leaving Geralt outnumbered three to one.