[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia [/h2]
Frozen Highlands
Lvl 15 Geralt (201/140) -> (202/140) 200% OL Charged (Lvl 1)
Word count: 629 words [/center]



Geralt gave Edward a nod as he got back in the stagecoach, sitting down on the bench. “Just don’t go messing with anything that looks normal.” He reminded the general, resting the back of his head against the stagecoach’s wall. Closing his eyes, he willed himself into a short meditative state, half-aware of the trundling of their transportation as it carried on through the zoo. When Heismay, Roxas and Mokou rejoined the caravan, his eyes opened when the stench of burned flesh tainted his nostrils. 

Turning to the group, his eyes narrowed at Mokou, the apparent source of the stench, then he shrugged as she climbed on the stagecoach without a hint of hesitation. Just another stray the Seekers had picked up. He only wondered how long this one would stick around. He closed his eyes again and rested his head against the wall of the stagecoach, silently listening to the others. Not long after, Sandalphon called for the group to stop and look around the food court, which Geralt took as an excuse to stretch his legs again. He didn’t go investigating like Edward’s golems or Mokou, instead deciding to simply look around the area and give the birds flying around nasty looks. No point wasting ammo on them and risking a flock of parasitic birds attacking, but he didn’t trust that they weren’t more than met the eye.

Sandlaphon found a curious device under the half-frozen corpse of a man, which gave Geralt pause. Was his body brought here by Galeem? Was that order of monks responsible for his body being left? Or was this some other phenomenon that he was unaware of? Until they found the order, he supposed that it didn’t actually matter. 

Climbing back onto the stagecoach, Geralt sat more normally this time, hunched forward slightly as they trundled along. When they started to be pelted by the mandrills, however, Geralt took action. Climbing out the back of the stagecoach, he hefted himself atop it and drew Oddysseus’s Bow. He fired at each mandrill until it either repositioned or died, then moved on to another, but he did not have long to do so before the colossal alligator burst forth from the water below. “Shit.” he mumbled, as the stagecoach’s roof became a bit more crowded with Sandalphon’s addition. He did the opposite of what she did, climbing back inside the stagecoach and joining Edward at the front. With the mandrills ahead slowing the stagecoach, Geralt chose not to risk firing upon and accidentally hitting one of the still-Gleaming Reindrix, instead transforming yet again, this time to Molar Boatworks Fixer, and intercepting the oversized beast directly. Even as the flaming barrel crashed into its maw, it charged for one of their Reindrix, and Geralt leapt into action. 

His pneumatic pile driver charged, he landed atop the beast’s upper jaw and punched its eye as hard as he could, the explosive force of his attached weapon spearing into the fleshy orb. The alligator was successfully distracted, halting its attack on the stagecoach in favor of thrashing about to dislodge the Witcher. Despite his best efforts, Geralt was thrown from its body and landed in the water with horrible force. Thankfully he was wearing a wetsuit in this Identity, but now he was in the water with an aquatic reptile that could quite easily swallow him whole. 

Treading water, he put a finger to his ear. “Sandalphon. I fucked up.” He reported quietly, before turning to swim towards the nearest tower and climb it to safety. If the others could buy him the time to do so, he could make his way across the boardwalks back to the stagecoach in short enough time. And if he got eaten…well, they’d see just how unkillable he [i]really[/i] was.