[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Limsa Lominscuttle Town- The Black Bay [/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (72/60) -> Lvl 6 (73/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 380 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris] [@Zoey Boey][/center]

Geralt clenched his jaw as Junior took the ship closer to the giant bird, inadvertently breaking the two-ship defensive line they'd created and turning Shippy into the only real viable target for the Abyssals. It wasn't exactly what he'd planned for them to do, but they were going off his plan, and there was no going back now. 

As their prey came closer and closer, it became more apparent that the plan wouldn't work. They'd thrown the entire attack into disarray, abandoned Shippy, and possibly even gotten everybody aboard the living vessel killed, for a plan that wasn't going to work thanks to the massive bird's maneuverability and speed. Geralt's eyes narrowed in frustration, then widened in fear as a massive explosion sounded. Whatever it was, Geralt couldn't quite see, but it spooked their target enough that it changed course, directly into Bowser's claws. Smirking, he stood up on the Koopa King's shoulder and charged onto the nearest part of the Helmaroc King that he could see, gripping on tightly. 

Drawing his hunting knife from its sheath, he plunged it into the monster, pulling himself up towards the back side of his neck with his free hand before removing the blade. All of his focus went into climbing, save for the effort required to give one request to whoever could hear. The cynical part of him worried it'd be his last. The Witcher in him said he could prevent that, and the poet told him it was the height of irony. 

"GO HELP THE OTHERS!" he yelled, confident that even if he couldn't fell the giant bird, it wouldn't stand for having a pissed-off Witcher tearing its back to pieces with a silver sword (that is, if he even made it that far) and abandon its attack. 

His 'command' given, Geralt resumed his climb, carefully and slowly pulling himself up its body towards his target- the nape of its neck. Blade in, lift, grab with free hand, lift, rinse and repeat. He barely even registered the brilliant flash of life that was Shippy's attack, nor the resulting Princess's announcement and Chao Ho's death. His focus was singular, his goal the only thing his mind registered: don't fall, get to the nape.

Only time would tell if it would be enough.