[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The End[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (33/50) -> Lvl 5 (35/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 400 words- OVERDRIVE[/center]

Geralt smirked as an absolutely staggering amount of damage was dealt to the dragon by the combined attacks of the group. They'd even managed to leave a bit of permanent damage on its head, scales peeled away and flesh cauterized by Fox's blaster fire. Geralt slightly adjusted his aim to focus their fire, but it wasn't long before the scene changed. Poppi, one of the metal golems, had her leg torn off by the Ender Dragon's struggles as she pummeled the creature. Her companion chased after her, the Witcher deciding to let the strange round engineer handle that situation.

The dragon escaped Bowser's grip shortly after, striking a hefty blow on him before taking to the skies and lashing her tail out at those who had taken refuge on high. Cursing, Geralt warped away from the tower he was atop, careful to avoid dropping himself inside a pool of acid, but otherwise uncaring of exactly [i]where[/i] he ended up. He had to remain vigilant lest he step into the caustic solution, but he quickly made his way around to witness the result of Bowser's next attack. As clever as it might have been in concept, the results were markedly less spectacular: a horde of Endermen attacking the large turtle-king. 

Sighing, the Witcher moved towards Bowser, careful to avoid the acid on the ground. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get to the group without warping, and was forced to stay back from the action and formulate a new plan in part due to his aversion to doing so when it wasn't strictly necessary. He didn't want to fire into the melee lest he hit his allies, which was even more of a concern with the habit of the Endermen to teleport around seemingly at random. 

[i]What a pain in the ass[/i], Geralt mused. Linkle, at least, had joined the combat and was whittling their numbers down. He didn't think she'd have any trouble with it, so Geralt decided to focus back on their main target: the damned dragon. 

The sound of a trio of explosions, quickly followed by the elf-eared boy shouting to stay away, helped guide Geralt's eye to the enemy, and he aimed carefully with his blaster, taking a few more shots at the dragon, this time not focusing on any specific body part, and just hoping to land some hits due to the distance between them.