[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia [/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- Seiran, Abandoned Subway- Underground Nexus [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (197/90) +15 XP combat reward -> (213/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 465 words[/center]

Geralt, Midna, and Goldlewis did one hell of a job keeping the Cleansers off their backs, with the Twilight Princess knocking one so far back that even Geralt's eagle eyes had trouble spotting it for a moment. Their victories heralded a greater Victory, however, as Blazermate unleashed her powerful Medaforce beam now that she was free of the burden of keeping them alive against an onslaught of explosive foes. The camera defeated, it spiraled through the air, giving off an ominous red glow, and as suddenly as they found themselves in the Infinite Corridor, they were freed from its endless clutches, back where they had started. 

Geralt sighed, not wanting anything to do with the damn thing, and followed Goldlewis' lead. Not worth it, even if Blazermate's explanation made the technology seem less sinister. They swiftly carried on, reuniting with Karin, who had been spared the surreal experience, even if she got a firsthand explanation courtesy of Midna. 

After a bit of walking, they came upon a group of OSF Troopers, whom Geralt didn't pay terribly much mind. It wasn't that he distrusted them; if anything, the OSF was much less ambiguously Good than the other organizations keeping this horrible city intact, but he was very much not interested in blowing their cover with his obvious lack of psychic abilities. He could pass off his Signs, he supposed, but his understanding meant that such a hollow disguise wouldn't last more than a few seconds under heightened scrutiny. So, he slightly played up his usual standoffishness, and let Goldlewis handle the deception. 

When they passed on, Geralt hurried with the others, eager to catch up with the rest of their team. When the roar of what could only be a monster, an Other, resounded throughout the cave, he joined the others in hurrying even faster. When he [i]saw[/i] the thing, his mind took a minute to comprehend just what he was looking at- which seemed to be a pattern with these horrific monstrosities. He'd deign to call even some of the more hideous monsters he'd faced back home downright [i]normal[/i] compared to these things. 

The team exploded into action, Midna summoning companions and riding forth, Karin moving to reinforce Sakura, Goldlewis rushing directly at it, Benedict moving to attack the legs while imploring others to do the same, and Blazermate summoning her sentry-creating Engineer and staying back to heal. 

Geralt started with the customary Quen shield, rushing forward to attack the Other's legs, his size and strength making him an ideal front-line combatant against a large monster. He slashed at its legs, hoping to get its attention, and circled around to its front, silver sword in both hands and ready to carve at its eldritch flesh. "Pick on someone your own size." He taunted.