[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Open Ocean[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (29/60) -> Lvl 6 (30/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 332 words[/center]

Oh, this girl was gonna be the fuckin' death of him. First, she shows her lack of experience with fighting to the death. Alright, fine, not everybody kills monsters for a living. Second, she runs off at the first sign of danger. Well, she had that Spirit she fused with, gave her a better shot. Not too crazy. 

[u][i][b]And then she went and tried to let the damn thing go.[/b][/i][/u] He didn't know what it was like where she came from, but he felt that the whole "they will fight you until they're dead, and even then they'll keep trying" part of this fucked-up, mix-and-match universe was pretty clear. Unless she was gonna pop out one of those freaky hearts and convince it with the power of friendship, her options were to kill the damn thing, or run away. No standing around talking, no convincing it the fight was over. Even if it were possible, strictly speaking, Geralt had fought too many damned fools who couldn't see when they'd been beat. He'd killed too many people who could've just...stopped. 

This wasn't that kind of case, though. This was more akin to a rampaging Fiend that was too angry to stay down when half its lifeblood was on the floor. He shook his head, pulling out that strange weapon he'd gotten from crushing those Spirits. Surfacing, he took aim at the Water Princess and fired three times, only just then realizing that Ranger was coming to retrieve him. "Oh this is just rich. I swim all this way only to get manhandled back. Love it." His grumblings aside, Geralt didn't fight the Shipgirl coming to retrieve him. His part in all this was done. "Just put me down on the ship, and go back for her if she hasn't gotten her fool self killed by that point." The concern underlying his voice would be lost on the stranger, but it was there all the same. 

Damn heroes. Damn, stupid heroes.