[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Land of Adventure[/center]
[center]Lvl 4 (31/40) -> Lvl 4 (33/40) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 775 words[/center]

Geralt nodded as he took the small weapon from Tora, not really understanding much beyond asking somebody like him to charge it or leaving it out in the sunlight to charge up. He wasn't even entirely sure what that meant, but he figured it had something to do with how it fired. He'd figure it out in due time. 

Peach's quick little speech was almost heartwarming. To him, it felt almost patronizing. 'Oh yes, thank you for risking your life to fix everybody's problems yet again, Mister Witcher. Here's a handful of orens and a pat on the back!' Sometimes, he didn't even get the orens! Still, that was his problem, not Peach's. She seemed genuinely sincere with her praises of the group, and Geralt would just have to deal with his own little self-esteem issue. 

As they all got ready to go, Geralt brought his Chocobo over to Linkle and her pouting Chocobo, who the young girl had fed some vegetables to help cheer it up. "Alright, Roach, you keep this...bird...company, alright? I'll be back later." 

Oh no, he was still talking to Roach. It seemed no matter the form Roach took, Geralt was doomed to conversations with it. At least Dandelion wasn't here to give him shit about it. 

Climbing aboard the Brother Grimm, Geralt frowned. He...wasn't a fan of this thing. It was bumpy, unpleasant, and loud. Still, it was fast, and it could fit plenty of people, so they hardly had a choice in their mode of transportation. As they crossed the Land of Adventure, they passed all sorts of fantastical places that he'd never set foot in, and one or two that he had. That Temple looked like the perfect place for a monster or two to hide out in. Maybe a vampire, or a mad sorcerer using it as his lair. 

The [i]massive[/i] tree, however, caught his attention. He couldn't imagine a tree like that growing naturally. Still, his medallion wasn't humming, and they couldn't afford to waste time checking every interesting place out, so onward they carried. Soon enough, they spotted the massive black sphere that marked their target. And shortly after that, they came under attack. 

Keese, scorpions, giant beetles, and other strange monsters appeared and started attacking the assorted heroes. Geralt was careful not to recklessly attack them, but he did fire a few shots from his new weapon at the keese, satisfied as a single blast of energy destroyed the bat monsters. He nodded at the weapon's effectiveness, clearly impressed. When one or two got too close, he even unleashed a shot of Igni, incinerating the little beasties. Such instances were few and far between, however, as Kamek and the Boss's Kid handled the brunt of the aerial foes.

Eventually, they came upon a gap and were forced to cross it the only way they knew how: a big friggin jump. Because of course this ride had to get even bumpier. As the Brother Grimm launched itself over the canyon, Geralt held on to one of the handrails for dear life. Even then, he was lifted into the air a bit and slammed [i]hard[/i] onto his seat, grunting at the discomfort. "Please never do that again..." He complained. 

Still, they were across. The group was only just regaining its bearings when the path forward began to bubble, monsters appearing before their eyes. "Here we go," Geralt muttered, pulling his silver sword from its sheath and casting Quen on himself. "Guess I'll handle the little guys."

And handle the little guys he did. The Witcher charged into the horde of Primids, limbs flying as he swung his sword to and fro, dodging all sorts of attacks from the Primids. Here and there, a glancing blow would stop upon his quen shield, but Geralt paid it little heed. He shot of blasts of igni, frying the creatures where they stood, and occasionally pulled his new gun when he wasn't close enough for his sword to reach. He found that it took a good few shots to take even these things down, but that he could fire a lot more quickly than he could with his crossbow. That made up for it, in his mind, because a good few shots staggered the beasties too, allowing him to make quick work of them. 

He even noticed that little cup...thing...shooting at one or two of the enemies that dared to try and flank him. Nodding at the support, Geralt took a slightly more aggressive fighting style, careful not to allow himself to get [i]too[/i] into it. A bad hit could still leave him seriously injured, of course.