[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia and [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color] [/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- Sector 8, Detroit [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (167/90) -> Lvl 9 (168/90) [/center]
[center]Lvl 1 (0/10) -> Lvl 1(1/10) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 642 words[/center]

Geralt took Benedict's lack of contradiction to Giovanna's response as an agreement, and nodded. Not terribly surprising, that. Really, had Zenkichi just walked over and offered his help to solve all their problems, he'd probably be [i]more[/i] suspicious of the man. Geralt picked up on Benedict's unease, though he wondered if it was just due to the current situation in general, one of his old allies oh-so-conveniently walking in on them, or something else he couldn't quite figure out. 

He didn't need long to realize what that was, though, as he noticed the nigh-deserted plaza as soon as he stepped out, rolling his eyes a little at the G-men's ineffectual attempts to blend in. Zenkichi was still standing in that half-slouch pose, thumbs hooked in his pockets, even as Benedict drew his sword and the G-Men began to transform. It was as if he was totally confident in his ability to handle the situation. Geralt was actually a little impressed, though he seriously doubted he would be able to back up that confidence for long. 

Geralt drew his steel blade, looking at Benedict. He knew the tactician wasn't a slouch when it came to a fight, but he wasn't sure what Zenkichi had up his sleeve and if the other man could take it. Still, the numbers were well in their favor, about two to one in fact. 

When Benedict replied, alluding to Galeem and implying that Zenkichi was under the influence of a greater power, the other man looked a bit taken aback, his face hardening a little. [color=BFBFBF]"So you do know...I take it that that's why you went to her, then. You saw what was happening, and you went to somebody who'd been as close as you could get without needing to get your own hands dirty. Lucky you."[/color] Zenkichi half-mocked, though Benedict could tell the mockery wasn't directed at him, but Zenkichi himself. 

[color=BFBFBF]"I need to know whose side you're on, Benedict. I have too much to lose to risk anything if I'm not 100% sure."[/color]

Geralt lifted his hand, drawing the Sign of Quen. 

Zenkichi called out, [color=BFBFBF]"Valjean!"[/color] as his posture straightened and his Persona materialized, his hands launching up from their lazy position at his hips, now carrying dual revolvers. 

Geralt cursed, moving forward.

Zenkichi let loose a barrage of bullets, sweeping his aim over the Seekers, the firepower crashing into Geralt as he charged, Quen barely holding after the couple of shots that hit him.

Zenkichi gave his revolvers a spinning flourish before depositing them in their holsters and catching Geralt off guard by swinging a massive sword off his back, forcing the Witcher to pivot on his feet to avoid his lighter blade (even upsized a bit from the Spirit fusions) being knocked aside. 

[color=BFBFBF]"Why two swords?"[/color] Zenkichi wondered aloud, making Geralt roll his eyes. 

"Really? Wait till now to ask that?" He snarked back, stepping in with a thrust which Zenkichi barely dodged, replying in turn with an easily-avoided swing. 

[color=BFBFBF]"You clearly know what you're doing. Was just wondering."[/color] The harsh sound of steel on steel as Geralt stepped in, Zenkichi blocking with the wider flat of his blade. 

"How about this: Win, and maybe I'll let you know." Geralt lashed out with a boot as Zenkichi tried to thrust the crossguard of his weapon into Geralt's shoulder, the Witcher coming out of the exchange ahead and landing a follow-up swing across the Lieutenant's arm. 

[color=BFBFBF]"Damn. You drive a hard bargain, there. Can't say no to an easy win like that."[/color] Zenkichi taunted, launching a pair of slow but powerful swings, forcing Geralt back a bit. A longsword was one thing, but a blade like that had enough mass behind it to seriously hurt even through armor or a cracked Quen shield. 

"We'll see." Geralt bit back.