[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The End[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (25/50) -> Lvl 5 (29/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 759 words- OVERDRIVE[/center]

Geralt, frankly, wasn't all that surprised that his attacks had little noticeable effect on the dragon. It was a damned dragon, after all. He watched the creature fly up, undaunted by the blows struck against it. Tora, Poppi, and the Cadet had managed to grab onto it as well, which would either go well for the group, or terribly. Geralt figured it would likely be the latter, and set about trying to find something he could do other than ineffectively fire at it with his blaster. 

Looking around, he noticed there were quite a few towers made of that strange, black substance. Even when a few of his allies' attacks hit them, they seemed to take no damage whatsoever. He could also barely make out a crystal atop the ones he could see the tops of. They might be valuable, or they might be catalysts for some kind of magic, he wasn't sure. Either way, he might be able to use the towers as a vantage point to get a better shot at the dragon from. 

It was around that point that the dragon came around for its next attack, spewing a vicious acid all over the ground, causing the Witcher to roll out of the way of a pool that threatened to dissolve him. Careful to make sure he didn't get himself killed, Geralt moved a bit more around to see if he could get a good sight line on the top of one of the towers to try and...teleport to it. He hated the notion, but it was necessary. One didn't fight a dragon without pulling out all the stops. Come to think of it, he had his draconid oil as well! He couldn't guarantee this otherworldly dragon would still be affected by it, but it couldn't hurt either. 

It was about that time that Geralt saw the crystal atop one tower, and Quiet, explode into nothingness. He cringed for a moment before realizing that meant something. A regular crystal didn't just up and [i]detonate[/i] like that, meaning it was likely a catalyst or a piece of some kind of spell or other magic. And based on the fact that a beam of energy shot out at the dragon and didn't kill it?

Well, Geralt didn't know what that beam actually did. It could be protecting it, giving it energy, healing its wounds, it could even be hurting it in some way they didn't understand. But if there was one thing that Geralt knew, it was that unknown magic was bad news. And if those crystals could be destroyed, well...who better to do it than the guy who could....UGH....teleport? 

He was never going to get used to that. Damn those monsters and their usefulness. 

"Keep it distracted, and [i]don't fucking look at me![/i]" The Witcher shouted, turning to the best spot he could find and quickly teleporting to the top of the tower. Pulling out a dimeritium bomb, Geralt smirked. A double wammy, an explosion and a magic dampener. Whatever these crystals did, this bomb would end it for sure. Gently placing the bomb, Geralt channeled the sign of Igni at its lowest possible power, a spark barely forming and lighting the wick. 

Not giving it much extra though, Geralt turned and warped to a spot on the floor as far away from the dragon, far away from his allies, and far away from the tower as he could get. 

The other creatures were everywhere. Surrounding him. All...averting their eyes. Sure, they looked at him, but not [i]at[/i] him. The difference was subtle, but noticeable. He felt...peaceful. "This...huh. Not that bad." He mused, before enacting the next part of his plan. Moving to take cover behind one of the other towers, Geralt pulled out his draconid oil and the cloth he used to oil his blade, before drawing his silver sword. This would have to be quick, and with his new proportions Geralt found himself somewhat clumsier when it came to the finer points of where his equipment was. It seemed that some of the pockets and pouches on his person had shifted somewhat when his body did. It wasn't overly burdensome now, but in more fevered combat it could hurt him. 

Still, he went about it as quickly as he could while still reasonably making sure his blade was sufficiently coated in the oil. "Alright. Here we go..." Geralt mumbled as he moved back towards the others, trying to find a tower with no crystal that he might be able to attack from.