[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Smash City- Alcamoth [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (99/90) -> Lvl 9 (101/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 922 words[/center]

Geralt nodded at Bowser's declaration of intent to get back to the fighting, even as Kamek mentioned she wouldn't mind some more relaxing. "Think us old hands just have to try and keep up. Kids these days, all work and no play." Geralt laughed as he 'complained' about the day's youth, albeit in a different manner than the stereotypical old person's manner. "And while I wouldn't normally call myself the hero type, never hurts to have more people on your side, or in your debt, for that matter." He figured the more self-inclined Koopas would at least be able to appreciate that line of thinking, even if they weren't keen on helping for the sake of helping. 

Sakura and Karin's bickering made the Witcher smile and shake his head a little. They reminded him of how he and the other Witchers would insult each other back and forth with little venom behind their banter, but plenty of familiarity. It was refreshing to see the pair getting along like a house on fire. 

"Fight with Pit went well enough, I suppose." Geralt lied. "Had him on the ropes for most of the fight, but failed to keep him down long enough to end it and he got me good. Couldn't keep it going after that hit, so the match went to him. Kid's tough." While what he said wasn't exactly [i]wrong[/i], it left out a rather major part of what had happened. While he was certainly curious about his miraculous regeneration (especially given that the last time he'd been wounded like that, it took weeks of recovery to get back to normal), he didn't want to test if it could be recreated, or worry any of the others. He [i]also[/i] had no desire to worry Yennefer more than anything, or hear it from her if she found out he'd been nearly killed yet again, this time during a friendly spar no less. 

Bowser's nonchalant description of his victory made sense. Even with how ferocious Peach could be, Geralt doubted even he'd be able to take Bowser down without anything but his absolute best effort, and that was assuming he was aiming for a kill. Sure, he could almost certainly take anything Geralt could dish out, but he wouldn't draw Silver in a spar, or use the Bastion if he had the chance. The fact that she got a good wallop in on the King Koopa Himself was nothing short of impressive. 

Kamek and Junior's minion fight was more impressive for the kid's Pokemon than anything, even though Geralt would admit he hadn't put much stock in the creatures, or much thought for that matter, until now. He knew the little yellow-ish one could use some sort of lightning attack, as well as sneak through shadows (he certainly recalled something like that from the Maw), but other than its aquatic nature, he was completely unawares of the abilities of the Prince's new companion.

Karin, of course, was still not over having been utterly, humiliatingly, and thoroughly defeated by ring-out in mere seconds, and Geralt secretly reveled in that knowledge. 

And then, the alert came. It was a rather concise message, declaring that the Yellow team had accomplished their job, and that they were needed for a mission briefing. 

As they gathered for the briefing, Geralt nodded to the others as they came in as a quick greeting. They were being asked to travel via the ocean to the East then South, rejoining the others in Twilight Town. The area seemed to be peaceful, as well, which would make things much easier for the Seekers. Excellent. 

As the gathered group made their way to the vehicle bay, Geralt let his ungodly stamina show off just a little, nearly sprinting the entire way there, and even weighed down by armor, he was [i]fast.[/i] Far faster than any human could hope to match, even for a short distance, and yet his pace barely flagged until the vehicle bay was in sight and he had to bring himself to a stop lest he crash into someone or something. As the others trickled in, Geralt decided to twist the knife a little and taunted those that came after: "Come on, I'm near on a century old! You kids can't even beat me in a race? What a sad state today's youth have found themselves in..." He joked with a shake of the head. He was enjoying having fun with these jokes today, it seemed. 

As the group headed down and reached their transport, Geralt's face fell. "You're joking, right?" He asked aloud, to nobody in particular. They were being expected to ride in [i]that[/i]? They were just planks of wood with slightly-raised edges!

Geralt, nonetheless, got into a boat, finding it strangely comfortable and actually rather smooth to move around in. Almost too smooth, actually. It was definitely odd. 

Bowser, unsurprisingly, did not fit and instead sank to the bottom, much to Geralt's entertainment. Rika, wanting to spare him the indignity of being flown around by Toadies, summoned a massive whale upon which he could travel. Geralt silently lamented the essentially non-existant speed of the Breaching Bastion at that, but he could at least use it if they were attacked. 

Soon enough, however, they were on their way, with Geralt suggesting that he ride towards the front of the group, explaining that if they were attacked, he could provide both cover and offensive support without having to risk harming the others with his opening salvo.