[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Carcass Isle[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (114/70) +15 XP -> Lvl 7 (130/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 661 words[/center]

The others' help came none too soon, Mirage barreling in haphazardly with weapon drawn and a shout of support, only for the semi-aquatic creature to toss a fish of all things at-and [i]through[/i]- the Legend, revealing one of Mirage's holographic clones while the real one unleashed a burst of revolver fire into Fizz's chest. Hat Kid followed up immediately after, bouncing off of Mirage's head and perform a literally impossible feat of aerial acrobatics to strike the nimble creature, following up by hooking him with her umbrella and disappearing into the well, leaving the thing dangling and helpless. 

Geralt, being a professional slayer of monsters, felt nothing but a slight resistance as his silver sword sliced through the helpless creature, it dissolving into ash while he grabbed its Spirit before it could fall. 

Turning to the Judicator and Spinal, Geralt was glad to see that their battle was soundly decided on the side of their silent ally, temporary as that title may prove to be. Between his own blade and his Pokemon's attacks, Spinal had the Judicator on the ropes, quickly dispatching the massive creature and leaving its Spirit to be the second for Geralt's collection, giving the skeleton man a nod and a quick "Thank you."

As the others gathered themselves, Geralt stashed the two Spirits in one of his emptier pouches, drawing his flask of Swallow and taking a dose. Almost immediately, his wounds began to stitch themselves, and his belly felt just a bit fuller. Sure, he could have asked Kamek or Blazermate for help, but he saw that they were busy assisting Bowser in his latest hare-brained scheme, and it wasn't like he was hurting for potion anyway. He'd barely taken a sip of the stuff since he'd met them all in the Land of Adventure, owing to the various abilities his newfound allies had. 

Putting the flask away, Geralt withdrew the two Spirits again, one in each hand. To the Spirit he'd grabbed from Fizz, he said, "I imagine to you, we seem like murderers and monsters, and you were just defending your home. I don't quite have the time to explain it all, but our mission is one of importance beyond that of any one place, any group of people or even nation. And we need all the help we can get. You'll be able to fight once more if you join me, and we can bring peace to this place." 

Regardless of the result, he turned to the Spirit of the Judicator. "As for you, I can promise more fights. Our journey is bound to be a perilous one, and with your power I'm confident it will be just a bit more manageable. If a chance to use that blade of yours is what you want, I'm glad to give you that opportunity." 

His piece said, Geralt waited for the others to gather before descending the ladder, taking a position at the front of the group to hopefully spare the more manageably-sized members the chance of an ambush. Between his armor and his bulk, he was reasonably confident he'd survive the few seconds it took to make room for the others' descent. 

Thankfully, however, no ambush came. Merely a disgusting, dank grotto. As the group got its bearings, they saw the other cave off to the Eastern side of the grotto, and made their way over to observe, finding an even more horrifying place than this one or the things they'd seen above. The floor of the cavern below the balcony they'd found was littered sea slugs and spiral shells from which protruded disgusting, partially humanoid things. 

A closer look at the upper floor showed that the path stretched on quite a bit, and he saw the one entrance that was absolutely covered in fog, and sighed. "And of course, we'll need to go through the fog. At least I have some Cat on me..." Geralt grumbled. This would be such great fun!