[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town- The Bismarck[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (66/60) -> +3 Collab with Zoey Boey -> Lvl 6 (71/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 865 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris][/center] 

Geralt awoke early the next morning, slipping out of bed and quickly donning his armor. Looking over his equipment, the Witcher nodded. He was well armed, or at least, well armed considering his own financial situation. Sure, he could have borrowed some cash from Peach and gathered enough materials to make more and more bombs, but he only had so much room on his person, and even raw materials took up space. Dimeritium for magic disruption and grapeshot for general damage would do. He had three kinds of blade oils ready, though Hanged Man's Venom was the most likely to be useful here. He had a full quiver of crossbow bolts, and that strange device on his shoulder was also in good condition. He'd given up the Spirits he grabbed in the ocean, particularly the one of the Shipgirl, but they were spent both making his point and showing the dead due respect, so that wasn't a loss in his eyes. 

He took the time to carefully inspect his swords as well, once more finding that they were in good condition. It wouldn't do to enter a large-scale battle with even the tiniest chip in his blade, as that could have catastrophic results. Satisfied with their condition, he returned them to their scabbards, which in turn were replaced on his back as he liked them. 

This was it. They would be going to war soon. He'd have to make sure to look out for the others. While they'd fought well against the army in the Land of Adventure, their enemy this time seemed more brutal, more cunning, more deadly. And he was somewhat worried that Sakura wasn't the only one among them with reluctance to fight and more particularly to kill, but he'd be keeping an eye out for that, as well.  It wouldn't do for any of them to hesitate at a critical moment. 

Stepping out and finding the gathering army, Geralt looked out over them and nodded to himself. This was quite the fleet, and he'd seen one hell of a fleet amass to face the Wild Hunt. He stayed there for a short while, just...watching as the ships amassed, ready, many even seeming eager, to set off for war. He wondered how many of them wouldn't return, all for a chance at ending the seemingly ceaseless war they'd found themselves enduring.

Seeking out his companions, Geralt found the Koopa 'Family', Peach, and Nadia discussing something with one of the Admirals he'd seen at the summit the night before, and greeted them just as Merlwyb began her speech. It was...well, if he had more skin in the game, it might have been impressive. It might have ignited in his heart an excitement for the upcoming battle, but it didn't. The words sounded hollow. They came in, and by the end of day they'd discovered a way to end this war that had been plaguing these people for some undetermined amount of time. 

It reeked of heroism. Of a fairy tale knight riding in on his horse, solving some asinine riddle, and slaying the monster keeping the princess caged. 

In other words, it was too good to be true. Just [i]what[/i] they would find behind the enemy's forward bases, he couldn't say for sure, but something in Geralt's gut told him it wouldn't be a pleasant sight. Maybe it really was just some kind of magic the people of the Continent were unable to perform. If anything...that would almost be worse. Part of him hoped that if that were the case, the cost would be too great to consider using it in good conscience. That kind of power...felt wrong for a mortal to possess. Even his and Yen's resurrection had come at an immense price, and that was with the assistance of a Unicorn. 

The Atomos stood out among the amassed fleet, looking extremely out of place among the Shipgirls. He hadn't quite gotten a good look at the ship as he left this morning, and he was...less than impressed...at the aesthetics of the ship. It was certainly a rushed job. As long as it worked, he didn't really give a damn. He just hoped it worked. Kamek's plan also made sense. "I'm inclined to agree," he added when the younger-looking mage spoke. "It would be a waste of time to have to divert resources and possibly slow the attack just to make sure we're all in the same place. As for the actual division of who goes where, I'm content to remain with the Atomos." Left unspoken was that it would keep him with those he'd found himself most comfortable with. Kamek, his fellow wizened magic-user, and Sakura, the naive, hopeful, heroic fighting girl who was perhaps the most out of place of them all on a battlefield. 

And then Rika started running off towards the Admiral, calling out to her. 

He wondered if it was too late to go back to Smash City and give up all this adventuring. 

"Well, that's not horrible at all or anything," he quipped before following after her, not willing to risk being far from the inevitable argument or outright firefight that was about to occur.