[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Devil's Casino[/center]
[center]Lvl 4 (15/40) -> Lvl 4 (16/40) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 221 words[/center]

[i]What. Was. Happening?[/i] The madman, the complete lunatic, the insane wildcard that was the Courier, had just bear-hugged the liquor bottle. He...genuinely had no idea what to do, aside from desperately try to avoid the spurts of alcohol that Whiskey was spitting out. It took most of his focus, but thankfully the Courier's absurd attack helped ruin Whiskey's aim, keeping Geralt mostly safe. A few splashes here and there had damn near burned out his Quen shield, but it was still trying its damnedest to keep him alive. 

The robot-girl-thing was going to work on the wine glass, and the Courier...maybe?...had the big guy, so who did Geralt try and double up on? He frankly wasn't exactly keen on getting too close to that....whatever that was. Stowing his sword, Geralt decided that he would keep his distance and try and help out from there. 

The witcher grabbed his hand crossbow and a bolt, drawing the weapon and taking aim at Whiskey. It wasn't as easy with the damned Courier groping the living bottle, but once he was confident he had a good shot, Geralt fired at the bastard, hoping it would give the Courier an easier time. He kept an eye on their little battle, though, looking for another good spot to try and give the lunatic man a hand.