[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The End[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (31/50) -> Lvl 5 (33/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 471 words- OVERDRIVE[/center]

Geralt let up on his attacks as Bowser took a moment to heal himself, choosing to move a bit closer to the group's self-proclaimed leader. He didn't really understand how taking a humanoid rabbit and squeezing it was fixing his eye problems, but the Witcher didn't question it. Things were strange in this place, after all. Satisfied that Bowser would be alright, Geralt started to move just as the dragon lashed out with its tail. 

For once, luck was on Geralt's side, and Bowser materialized a massive shield to protect the two from harm, though it was completely and utterly shattered by the impact. "Damn! Thanks, boss." Geralt called as he rushed back in to the fray, wincing as he saw the Courier's own metal golem take a lethal blow for its master. Rather than being left a heap of broken metal, however, as soon as the dragon was gone, a group of cat-like creatures were carrying it on a makeshift stretcher. Confused beyond belief, Geralt chose to ignore this. It worked. That was good enough for a Witcher. 

Deciding to stick close to Bowser even as he took a few nasty hits from the blasts of acid, dodging whenever some of the substance came too close for comfort. The acid was starting to spread, on the ground, however, and after a particularly bad hit that he wasn't quite able to fully dodge, Geralt's Quen shield shattered, energy exploding out from him and blasting whatever acid might have remained on him away. "Oh damnit!" He cursed. He could probably survive a few burns, but his armor getting damaged would be an absolute nightmare.

The dragon refused to let up, spinning in the air and unleashing another gust of wind that Geralt had to hide behind Bowser to not be bowled over by. As he tried to maintain his balance, the oversized turtle monster made a dash for one of the towers, climbing the surface and jumping to grab at the dragon's tail. 

As Bowser took his course of action, so too did Geralt. Looking up at the closest tower, Geralt willed himself up, ignoring the crawling feeling that he got when Sectonia flew over and offered a lift. His spine was tingling and he wanted to just...leave the fight and not come back. Trying to shake the feeling off as he took in his new surroundings atop the pillar, Geralt stowed his sword and grabbed his blaster once more. He managed to hear Blazermate calling out that the thing's head was its weak spot, which...made sense? Most things didn't like getting hit in the head. Still, better to have a specific target than just to make assumptions. Quickly re-casting the Sign of Quen just in case, Geralt opened fire once more on the dragon, this time aiming for its head specifically.