[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Pelagic Lake[/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (5/20) -> Lvl 2 (6/20)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 321 words[/center]
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A lot happened at once. 

Linkle came in, crossbows firing rapidly. A spear flew to his side as one of the fish was gunned down by the aforementioned heroine. One of the boys launched himself into the air, transformed into a [i]dragon[/i] before shouting a warning. The spear of another fish monster glided off his ethereal shield, cracking the protection as he spun with the momentum, lashing out and digging his sword deep into the monster's neck, where the scales weren't quite as hard. 

And then the gust of wind came. It was like Yennefer was here again, the sheer force behind it. The beasts they were fighting, almost to a one, were blown off of the bridge and platforms, back into the water. The one he'd just wounded landed in the water, tainting the lake with its blood. Linkle grabbed onto the dragon boy's companion, hugging tightly onto his back. Din was so far off that the winds didn't quite reach her, and the man they were trying to rescue floundered about, still trying to escape the creatures that were so dead set on slaughtering him. 

Geralt, meanwhile, braced himself and lowered his stance, allowing the wind to pass over his side as a way to minimize his profile. It was an important trick when dealing with aerial monsters that could kill with a flap of their wings. He couldn't activate Quen again just yet, either. 

His problems only multiplied when he heard the massive [i]CRACK[/i], and he sighed sharply when he saw the tougher, heavily-armored Guardian rise from the lake. Of course things couldn't be simple. He was Geralt of Rivia. Everything was complicated for him. Investigating a missing pot lead him to a murder mystery. A. MISSING. [i]POT![/i] 

Pointing his sword at the newly-arisen enemy as he approached, Geralt shouted a challenge as he shifted to a combat stance. "Whoreson! How'd you like this silver?!"