[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Smash City- Alcamoth [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (98/90) -> Lvl 9 (99/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 439 words[/center]

As the fight between Dante and Sol ramped up, Geralt found himself carefully tracking their movements with his eyes. They were bombastic fighters, that much was for sure. They moved around, constantly clashing blades, fists, and all other manner of weaponry. The fight, for all of a few seconds, almost seemed even, but Dante slowly started overpowering Sol with each exchange. Even when she seemed defeated, bouncing against some sort of...barrier? He assumed Mewtwo had something to do with that, even if the creature wasn't present at the moment. Even then, Dante got back to her feet in short order, while Sol gave them all a one-finger salute that transcended cultures. "Hah!" Geralt barked out a laugh, content to watch. If Dante went down, well...that was a different story. 

But Dante did not go down, and round two of their fight was even more bombastic than the first, with Sol's girlfriend Jack-O joining the fight. Dante created some sort of copy of herself to engage in the fight, though that was quickly dissipated and the fight was two against one. Dante, however, proved to be more than sufficient, as Jack-O went down in short order, with Sol following not long after. The final blow having had enough force to tilt the entire floating city, even only a little, though? 

That concerned Geralt. He wasn't afraid to admit it. That kind of power in one person was immensely worrying. He wasn't even sure Eredin or Imlerith would have been capable of that. Of course, it might have been from the Spirits Dante had absorbed, but even then...

Well, she was on their side (at least for now), so it wasn't of immediate concern. While Dante gave a Friend Heart to Sol and Jack-O, Geralt found himself sliding over to join Sakura and Karin. "One hell of a fight, huh?" He said, unintentionally giving Sakura even more reason to gush about what they'd seen. "Hate to be on the wrong side of Dante's arsenal." He added, more quietly. It was nothing against Sol, the man had held out longer than Geralt felt he'd be able to, but that was no reason to pour salt in the wound, given that he was surely going to be getting an earful about the sheer scale of the fight. 

He looked up, to where Bowser and Kamek were, waving the two down to join the slowly-growing group. "Hopefully the Yellow Team reports start coming in soon. Nice as it was to get a little friendly spar in, I'm anxious to get more work in on Galeem. Get to Midgar, and start working on that, too."