[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Carcass Isle[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (113/70) -> Lvl 7 (114/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 407 words[/center]

Geralt scowled in frustration as he felt Fizz break the shield Quen had provided him, and he lashed out with a boot to kick at the creature, which dodged with minimal effort. Giving the skeletal pirate a nod, Geralt broke off to engage the smaller foe, trusting the man to keep the larger monster at bay. While conventional wisdom would bring one to think the large combatants would fare best against one another, Geralt's own experiences gave him a unique edge at asymmetrical warfare. 

Fizz darted to and fro, scoring multiple hits against the oversized Witcher. the mystical powers of his bleed amulet helped keep his vital fluids from draining everywhere, but the sheer volume of strikes made up for that. He wasn't exactly pleased with being on the opposite side of the death by a thousand blows, but once he managed to get a bit of a read on his opponent's movement patterns, Geralt began his counterattack: 

As Fizz darted in to strike, Geralt swept low with his sword, connecting and parrying one strike, and allowing the follow-up to connect while drawing the plasma pistol with his free hand. Taking a few shots at Fizz, Geralt watched as the little thing dodged back expertly, nodding. Stowing the weapon, he closed the distance himself, this time pointing at the amphibious creature and summoning his Striker, the PT Imp Pack. 

Smirking as the thing found itself outnumbered, Geralt drew a grapeshot bomb from his pouch, watching Fizz dip, duck, dive, and dodge his way out of danger, even vaulting out of the way of a triple-strike by using his trident as a vaulting pole. When he came down on a dry spot near the well, however, Geralt threw his bomb, which landed next to the champion and detonated, spraying him with shrapnel as the Imps vanished, their time having expired. 

Geralt moved in to follow up on his attack, but he was surprised to see Fizz little worse for the wear, who proceeded to slip between his legs and catch Geralt in the side of the calf with his trident on the way. Cursing, the giant Witcher reached out a hand and made the Sign of Axii, moving to overwhelm Fizz with a barrage of blows after stunning him with the magic. To that effect, he called out to the others, "Need a hand with this one! Quick little bastard, and I'm a bit too large for this!"