[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (27/60) -> Lvl 6 (28/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 146 words[/center]

"Worth a shot." Geralt nodded, grabbing the Spirits from Kamek's Toadies and throwing the hood from Junior over his shoulder. His fist closed around the Spirits of the Torpedo-looking Abyssals, as well as that of the artillery platform. In his other hand, the three-in-one Spirit of the Imps resided, and Geralt smirked. 

"I need your help. My friend is out there, fighting for her life and ours. And I'm not sure I can do a damned thing about it without you. Can't promise it'll always be smooth sailing, but I'll give ya plenty of chances to fight. It's sort of my job." He chuckled a bit. "Won't drive you like a slave, just call on you for a hand here and there." Letting out a soft breath, he nodded. "How about it?"

Oh, he prayed this would work. Not that he expected that to help much.