[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Ancestral Farmstead[/center]
[center]Lvl 3 (11/30) -> Lvl 3 (12/30)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 338 words[/center]
[center]Stress Level: 25 [/center]

Linkle's plan worked. Geralt had to stop and cover his ears at its [i]enraged[/i] roar, but her plan to trick the beast into harming itself worked like a dream. The Brachydios charged at her, and activated the strange crystals, which exploded under it. The kids seemed to get hurt a bit by it, too, but they were hanging in there.

Frankly, the others were absolutely devastating the Brachydios. Between Euden transforming once more into his dragon form and [i]pinning[/i] the gigantic monster to the ground, the Cadet stabbing it in the eye, the metal girl transforming and started pounding into its back, the princess was shooting it in the head with her strange-looking weapon, and the Courier had been boosted to massive size and was pounding an equally-massive pickaxe into its skull, the monster was on its last legs.

Geralt was in there as well, having taken his spot alongside the monster's exposed belly. Slipping silver from its sheathe, Geralt unleashed a torrent of flames at the monster's underside with Igni, before thrusting his sword into the soft, exposed flesh and cutting away. While the Courier was bashing its skull into fragments and Poppi was shattering its spine, Geralt was making its insides into outsides. 

When the Courier finally ceased his relentless assault with his now-broken weapon, he stepped back and removed a small needle-like instrument from his pack and injected it into himself, which activated the....patently absurd hat he was wearing. It was effective, though, because Geralt felt himself coming together as the effects of whatever it was the Courier had just used spread to him. Sighing in relief, he withdrew his sword from the Brachydios, confident that [i]somebody[/i] had to have left it dead or close enough. He still watched the monster for signs of life, however. Overconfidence may be a slow and insidious killer, but a monster that size? 

One lucky hit was all it would take for most of them. Geralt was sort of undead, living, proof of that. [i]Pitchforks...whoresons![/i]