[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]No-Man's Land, Land of Adventure-> Spiral Mountain, Land of Adventure[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (1/50) -> Lvl 5 (2/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 283 words[/center]

Geralt and his undead horde of cover slowly continued up the mountain, the Witcher paying little heed to the kid he'd left behind. Bowser Junior could look after himself. While the others enacted big plans, leaving behind walls of ice and fields of mist in their wakes, Geralt thought smaller. More [i]discreet.[/i] It was the better part of valor, after all. So he refrained from any rash actions like breaking away from the group to attack, or anything silly like that. 

Until the explosion, that is. That threw everything out the window. It was [i]massive[/i], leaving a tremendous cloud of smoke above them. No sooner than the proverbial dust had started to settle, Geralt broke out of his cover in a dead sprint, his heart pumping methodically and powerfully. His superior physiology had him reaching the top of the short mountain in no time, and as he reached the plateau summit, the Witcher's hand reached behind his back and drew his steel sword, ready to face the enemy. Instead, he found some of the others making their way into and up the tower, trying to similarly infiltrate the enemy's position. "Alright, then, let's finish whatever the others managed to leave behind." He snarked, rushing into the tower. 

The inside was...bare, to put it simply. Even with a hole in the side from the two metal golems and debris scattered around the floor. There were candles lighting the place, sure, but not much else. A little ways from the entrance was a wooden platform, as well as the others, gathering at the platform. Looks like he made it.