[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw [/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (50/70) -> Lvl 7 (51/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 511 words[/center]

Oh, this was terrible. Geralt felt more than saw that hanging (or was it floating?) monster's gaze pass over his extremely makeshift hiding place, passing over him without more than a moment's notice. He let out a slow breath and, after waiting a few moments, extricated himself from the oversized clothing he was using as concealment. On the bright side, he wasn't dead. 

On the less bright side, he still had a ways to go to get to that vent, so away he went. He saw the light chase after Blazermate, who was unfortunately a bit too large and too noisy to fully escape notice. After quickly hiding himself once more as it followed after the robot, he got back up and tried to forge a path towards what he hoped would be their salvation. Large piles of junk and assorted furniture being the two main kinds of 'safe zones' from whatever it was that lurked below, and whatever they could get their hands on protected them from the monster above. This would be tricky. 

Geralt wasn't terrible at moving silently, but he was certainly no Cat or Viper school Witcher, trained extensively in the arts of stealth and acrobatics. Still, with everything going on, the other noises that others were making and how much area that [i]thing[/i] had to surveil, made it relatively simple for Geralt to find his way to another piece of furniture, oversized shirt folded and thrown over his shoulder like an extremely-oversized towel. 

He saw Bella a ways away, using her oversized tail and a makeshift boat to brute force her way through the refuse covering the floor of this place. It seemed to be working, albeit painfully slowly. 

Careful to avoid making [i]too much[/i] noise, Geralt grabbed a pair of scissors that he'd noticed and nodded, content that he at least had a last resort weapon should he be caught. It probably wouldn't work, but the idea of having nothing on hand in the worst case scenario was something he just couldn't tolerate. 

Continuing, he made his way from safe zone to safe zone, using random pieces of debris (such as an oversized book in one case to get him enough room to make a running leap to a low table) to help him cross the room. It was slow work, especially when he had to quickly pull the shirt from his shoulder and fall prone beneath it to hide himself, but in due time Geralt found himself near the mountain of trash he'd seen Nadia and Mirage climb not long ago. 

Pulling himself up the mountain carefully, he reached the summit just in time to hear the words [color=DEBA42]"We should be [i]wheely[/i] quick about this, before we have to hide from another patrol."[/color]

Oh no, not these jokers. Hiding a sigh at the living embodiments of the lowest form of comedy, Geralt cleared his throat gently. "I have a solution for that." He said, patting the shirt on his shoulder. "I don't have a solution for getting up there, though..."