[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Carcass Isle[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (130/70) -> Lvl 7 (131/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 479 words[/center]

Geralt, like the others, found the next part of their journey absolutely sickening. Unlike some of the others, the giant Witcher had no methods by which to avoid traipsing through the damnable lake of slug-like creatures, corpses bursting under his heavy boots. In true professional fashion, Geralt ignored both the sickening sounds and the nauseating odors that pervaded the cavern, instead directing his energy ahead and to their goal. Soon, the Guardian of this cursed place would be felled, and the Seekers could carry on in their journey. 

Their arrival at the fog wall quickly proved otherwise however, with Master Hand showing his face once more. Geralt, remembering this thing from when they'd first met Link, and he joined the other Seekers in quickly blasting away at it, firing a few shots from his plasma pistol. The damned thing, of course, was shielded by some invisible barrier, no doubt the work of Galeem himself. 

And now it was monologuing. Wow, that...was entirely fitting, wasn't it? Only the most insufferable bastards monologued, and this thing was definitely among those ranks. He couldn't wait to be done with this thing. Unfortunately, it would seem that this puppet of Galeem's was more than happy to play with [i]their[/i] strings, imposing some time-based curse that afforded them a scant five minutes to slaughter and pilfer the Spirits of three chosen champions, with their deaths being the price of failure. 

And it was counting down. How needlessly dramatic. 

Geralt was off like a shot out of a cannon, choosing the left-front tunnel that Nadia had also gone down, trailing just behind her as the two ran. After a moment, they saw a wide, open cave, filled with water and sporting only a triangular stone platform for anybody to stand upon. Some of the others might be able to utilize the water if they had Shipgirl Spirits in them, but Geralt and Nadia were relegated to the limited area of the platform. 

Once Nadia, and a moment later, Geralt, touched down, a being composed entirely of water appeared, asking if they were assassins after it specifically, or merely fools trespassing upon this land. Geralt, deciding that he did not have the time to fuck around, promptly summoned the Breaching Bastion and pointed it at the Oceanid, watching as the three orbs of water it launched transformed into several animals made of water. 

"Huh. That's not something you see every day." Shrugging, Geralt placed his hand on the Bastion and shouted, "Cover your ears!" Before ordering it to fire on the Oceanid, quickly turning the rest of the guns on the hawk, whose agility might cause some issues. 

That having been handled, Geralt drew his silver blade and took up a guarded stance, letting the Bastion do most of his fighting for now, and mostly fighting to prevent the enemies from reaching and damaging it.