[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Carcass Isle- Where All Things Must Come[/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (16/90) -> Lvl 9 (20/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 535 words[/center]

As the Orphan ripped out another placental grenade and detonated the beach in front of it, Geralt dove away from the front of the Orphan, rolling over his shoulder and forcing himself back to his feet in barely a moment, blade still at the ready. He avoided the follow-up cluster of grenades as well, though it forced him further away than he'd have liked, some of the more agile Seekers closing the distance as he was still making his way to the Guardian. Ironically, this helped him keep close when the Orphan leapt up and above those attacking it, throwing still more grenades that Geralt was forced to dodge. 

This time, however, he was close enough to reach his opponent as Sakura, Peach, and one of Nadia's strange clones joined the attack. One of his swings managed to prompt the ATG Missile Launcher on his shoulder to activate, dealing a hefty blow to the Orphan on top of what he was already doing with his oversized sword. 

As the Orphan continued its erratic, manic fighting, the Seekers continuously rushed it down, forcing the thing to constantly move about the area. The little hits it had gotten off on them over the course of the chase were starting to wear them down, slowly but surely, even with Blazermate's healing. They could go a while longer, especially after Geralt was feeling up to summoning the Judicator again for a quick boost of healing, but it wouldn't last forever. 

Finally, the moment they'd been fighting for came, and Rika's whale reached where the Orphan touched down for a moment. In an admittedly disappointing exchange of blows, the Orphan destroyed the Abyssal creature while taking a massive chomp from the thing. 

And the fight was back on, though only for a moment before being interrupted by the Orphan itself. The Guardian slammed its weapon into the sand, sending up waves of dirt and sand and staggering the incoming wave of fighters. Geralt was drawing circles with his blade to ward off a sneak attack while his other hand wiped the debris from his eyes. Getting the worst of it free just in time to watch the Orphan grab Sakura and slam her into the ground before striking her with a brutal overhead swing of its monstrous weapon. 

Bella's sprint was the stuff of legends, the freed Abyssal spurred on by the same fear of loss that afflicted many of the Seekers, and Geralt could only nod in approval as she summoned a swarm of seaplanes to destroy the incoming grenades that had been thrown from on high. As he reached the pair, Geralt cursed when the Orphan landed not far from them. "Keep her safe," He grunted, charging after the Orphan and crossing paths with Nadia. "Nadia, I have an idea. Can you stretch yourself out to keep that thing held down for a minute, like a living rope?" Stowing his blade, Geralt readied himself to act. 

With Nadia's flexible muscle fibers, he could throw her like a bolas and trip the Orphan up, buying the Seekers valuable time to heal Sakura, let Blazermate use her Medaforce beam, and otherwise keep putting the hurt on the clearly wounded Orphan.