[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Ancestral Steppe[/center]
[center]Lvl 3 (6/30) -> Lvl 3 (7/30)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 301 words[/center]
[center]Stress Level: 15[/center]

Geralt grunted as a wave of fire exploded out from Bowser, turning his body to take the resulting shockwave over his side. "Ah, [i]damn[/i] that hurt!" He called out, shaking his body as he moved towards the Brachydios. The flames hurt, sure, but they went by quickly enough that he'd likely only have a few light burns under his armor, which would heal quickly enough anyway. 

He did get to watch Bowser be absolutely [i]pummeled[/i] by the larger monster, losing at least one tooth and a decent amount of blood, while being covered in that explosive slime the cadet had warned them about. While it was humorous watching the overgrown turtle-beast-man wipe himself off with those weird crystal people, the explosion that immediately followed it hurt just to witness. 

Ignoring Bowser's predicament for the moment, Geralt paid attention to what the Cadet was saying. [i]Hit the legs, knock it down, weaken the arms and face. Coulda figured that one myself, but any advice is better than none I guess.[/i]

While the Cadet ran directly at their quarry to get its attention, Geralt danced around and through the crystallized farmhands, removing limbs and parrying weapons as he did. He had [i]no[/i] desire to get impaled by a pitchfork again, thank you, and took extra care to avoid those. 

The kid would buy him enough time to get around them without getting turned into paste, right? He was a professional, like that other guy, the Azure Star or whatever? Yeah, definitely. He'd be fine. Geralt could avoid the pitchfork dudes. 

As he got closer, the Cadet managed to reach the monster and fire his grapeshot bomb directly into its face, which Geralt took as the opportunity to charge in and aim his sword for the back of its leg.