[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Limsa Lominscuttle Town- The Black Bay [/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (73/60) -> -5 Friend Heart Lvl 6 (69/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count:  words[/center]

Geralt's entire body was tense, muscles working overtime to keep him from falling off the flailing, screeching megabird as he ascended its body. As he stabbed his sword into the monster, he noticed once or twice that it seemed to careen in the direction the blade was turned. After all, it was hardly an easy feat to keep a sword in perfect alignment with previous stabs while desperately hanging on for dear life. 

It was at this point that Geralt was finally able to start taking in the bigger picture of what was going on around him. And damn, had he missed a lot. Shippy was now much smaller, looked more heavily armored, and the Abyssals surrounding her were being blown to bits by their allies. Bowser and the others had listened to him and left to help the others, leaving him to deal with this bird thing on his own. Good. 

He wasn't [i]entirely certain[/i] that this harebrained scheme of his wouldn't end up in his timely death, but frankly, he didn't give a damn. Leaving this thing to do what it wanted was an idiotic idea, and Shippy needed the Atomos focused on protecting her. Speaking of which, he'd noticed that Shippy was very strangely devoid of any real damage, and he thought he knew why. Sakura all but confirmed it for him when he saw her, out of the corner of his eye, Friend Heart and knock another Abyssal out rather than kill it. It was certainly not terribly surprising, but he still rolled his eyes.

Focusing back on the matter at hand, Geralt took a closer look at the monster bird that he was riding on. Its back was...not in good condition, blood trickling down in some places, and flowing freely in others. Between the numerous stab wounds, Geralt's bleed amulet, and the sheer blunt force trauma Sakura unleashed upon it, this thing wouldn't last much longer. 

Unless he himself pulled a trick from the Street Fighter's playbook. 

Taking careful hold of the Helmaroc King, Geralt stowed his sword in its scabbard, the braced himself against its body as he reached inwards with his now free hand. The feeling was rather unpleasant, simply put. It was hard to describe exactly what the sensation was, but it was not something Geralt was eager to repeat any time soon. 

Friend Heart in hand, Geralt shoved his hand against the creature, pushing it into the monster and, hopefully, freeing it from Galeem's control. He could only pray that it would be susceptible to the next part of his insane plan. Still carefully holding to his host, Geralt drew the Sign of Axii with his hand, pushing more power than he normally would use for this kind of thing into it. 

"Calm, now. Just calm." Yep, perfect plan, nothing insane about using a Stamina-draining magical Sign while flying hundreds of feet in the air above a battlefield, no sir.