[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town- The Bismarck[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (49/60) -> Lvl 6 (50/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 301 words[/center]
[center][@Gentlemanvaultboy][/center]

Relieved that his gambit had worked, Geralt released his connection to the Sign of Axii and let out a short breath. They were down to one opponent now, the Red sorceress. He had since stopped paying attention to the...rather bloody ways in which Nadia was destroyed and reconstituted herself, deciding that if she could survive [i]that[/i], it would only be insulting to worry after her safety. Maybe if he had that think Blazermate used to heal people, but otherwise she seemed more than capable of handling herself. 

What he did pay attention to, however, was a very familiar scene: powerful sorceress meets skilled, famed, handsome warrior, falls helplessly in love, and becomes irrationally jealous when the object of her affections doesn't give her every minute of her time. 

It was a tale as old as time, as far as the Witcher was concerned. His heart went out to Link, a kindred spirit in that minefield they called romance. Geralt had been wise to extricate himself from it, long as it may have taken. 

His mind back on the fight, Geralt cursed as Cia summoned a shadow puppet to attack Blazermate, and he started to move towards it when a wave of [i]something[/i] sent him reeling, only for a second wave of what he saw was some kind of dark energy to knock him aside and over the edge of the hole. His desperate scramble only delayed the inevitable, as he fell from the Bismarck, sword left on the restaurant's floor. 

Only to land with a grunt in a rapidly-ascending Bowser's arm-tentacle things. He looked up at the Koopa King with a shrug. "Huh. Thanks, boss." He said, now looking about to get a look of what had occurred in the moments since his attention was pulled from the battle.