[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The End[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (29/50) -> Lvl 5 (31/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 303 words- OVERDRIVE[/center]

Geralt came out of hiding just in time to see the Ender Dragon flying at the party, a powerful surge of wind propagating from it. Sighing at his luck, he turned right back around, hiding behind the tower he had just left, waiting until he heard the sound of the wind fading. His experiences with things that moved that fast told him that once you heard the threat and could recognize it, it was gone. Hoping that the pattern held true, Geralt stepped out once more, just in time to watch the dragon launch Tora and Poppi from its back as it turned on an oren. 

Rushing forwards as the dragon hovered over the ground and moved towards Bowser, who was absolutely [i]crushed[/i] by the thing's massive claws, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. "Dammit!" Geralt yelled as he forced himself to move even faster, reaching the fight by the time the dust had settled and he could see that Bowser was actually fine. 

He vaguely remembered Blazermate being capable of doing something like that when everybody had discussed their abilities and equipment with one another. "Good catch!" He called back to the medabot. 

Now that he was in range, Geralt moved around to the side of the hovering dragon, silver flashing out and biting into the beast's scaled flesh. He didn't stop to see the effect his attacks had, instead focusing more on following the movements of his enemy so as not to be launched by a kick he didn't see coming because he was too focused on doing a bit more damage. Too many Witchers died for fool mistakes like that, and he didn't fancy going down that road again. Even with those...cat things...the Cadet had to rescue them in a pinch, Geralt wanted to avoid dying any more.