[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw- The Depths[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (75/70) -> Lvl 8 (76/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 294 words[/center]

Geralt followed after Mirage as they climbed, aided along and invigorated by his companion's own drive. It didn't do anything for the cramps, but it gave him something to focus on instead of them. For now, that would have to do. He didn't pay any mind to the boy's laughter, not deeming it worth worrying about. Knowing him, he'd thought up some joke or something. It would likely be better than anything Dandelion would spout, but Geralt wasn't sure he was in the mood for jokes, so he appreciated Mirage keeping it to himself. 

Geralt's own reaction to Moreau's attack was much more muted. He frowned, watching as the cat girl fell into his grotesque array of eyes, only to be distracted by Blazermate's rescue of the Cadet. Good, a distracted enemy was a much easier foe to handle. It was time to do or die, literally in Nadia's case. 

Mirage swapped his dart gun for Sakura's magnet, and tossed one of the magnets down to Nadia. Geralt was honestly completely unsure of what that was meant to accomplish aside from some probably-jokey flirting, but he didn't question it. If their current plan failed, he needed to figure out what to do. 

Well, that wasn't actually true. He needed to figure out how to jump down there, distract Moreau, and help Nadia escape without dying. Easier said than done. Although, he did have one thing to say that might help out. "Nadia!" He called. "See if you can find that nail from before! Should still be in one of those eyes!" Making his way towards the elevator once more, Geralt would have to content himself with not quite being able to do as much as he'd like. 

Felt like a running theme, today, really.