[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia [/h2]
Frozen Highlands- The Midnight Walk
Lvl 15 Geralt (258/140) -> (260/140) 280% OL Charged (Lvl 1)
Word count: 778 words [/center]



While the other Seekers spread out to explore the small village they’d stumbled upon, Geralt stayed in the stagecoach with Tirn, the pair silently sitting upon the bench. The witcher was deep in thought, while his pokemon companion was simply content to curl up and rest beside its trainer. Among the myriad new weapons he’d developed the ability to summon and use, Geralt was having trouble keeping track of those he needed the most practice with. Tartaglia’s hydrobaldes were something he was becoming accustomed to, while Ishmael’s various Identities all had their own combat styles and weapons that he had to adjust to on the fly, and often midfight. 

The strange harpoon-like pile bunker was the weapon most unlike anything Geralt had used before. It extended his punching range, but also allowed for dagger-like slashing attacks. Even though the pistol of the LCCB Assistant Manager Identity was centuries ahead of Geralt’s hand crossbow, the same principles applied. Their projectile velocity might have been worlds apart, but at the range he was accustomed to using his hand crossbow, the compensations were mostly simple. 

As long as he kept practicing with each, he’d grow more comfortable with them, and being dragged around like in the fight against Markiona would be less likely to happen. What a frustrating battle that had proved to be…

Tenna’s presence was, to a degree, somewhat refreshing to Geralt, as the strangely-headed man had some of Dandelion’s bombast, and thankfully (so far) appeared to lack the Bard’s womanizing nature. How many problems that man had gotten himself into chasing a woman surpassed even Geralt’s own count, which was…significant. Ace had given him some advice on the ice organs he’d received from the Chillet, as well, which went appreciated, and he transported the item to the Avenger’s armory using Edward’s spell. 

As they advanced, different people disembarked the stagecoach to deal with the various threats and opportunities that arose. Heismay scouted ahead and reported what they’d likely be dealing with, and Edward was quick to disembark to investigate the shipwrecked vessels as they entered the first area. The strange, soul-chilling feeling that spread among the Seekers felt more than just an illusion to Geralt, but he knew better than to ruin their morale by mentioning it. 

Sectonia was quick to break off from their path and gather a veritable horde of minions to gather ore for the group, and for a short while Geralt hopped from the back of the stagecoach to help them load their haul, hastening the process just a little. The freezing water chilled his legs even through his armor, though he was able to withstand the discomfort for a few minutes while Ace, Tenna, and Remattra prepared their counter-ambush against the Somnacanths that Edward had managed to put to sleep using their own powders. Ironic, that. As they began their attack, Geralt climbed back into the stagecoach and held a small flame from Igni in his hands to help dry his boots and banish the chill from his bones. 

As the stagecoach barrelled on, away from the battle, Geralt climbed to the front and hung out to get a look at what they were coming up on. When nothing immediately revealed itself, he tapped Edward on the shoulder. “Let me check this out. If anything happens, get clear and send Blazermate out for support.” The Medabot, aside from Ace, was the member of the Seekers he had the most experience fighting alongside, and her healing abilities were second perhaps only to Sandalphon in potency, but far surpassed hers in their ability to sustain a single fighter. 

As he climbed out the rear of the coach, Heismay appeared. "If there are no monsters here, twould be a fine spot for fishing." The Eugief produced a tacklebox and fishing rod, looking out into the open reaches of this section of canyon.. "Might as well try my luck, for however long time permits."

Nodding to the diminutive man, Geralt drew his bow and stalked out, eyes scanning his surroundings and preparing to fire on anything hostile that reared its head. After a short while, however, nothing did, even as he paced through the shallower areas of water. He could see some movement in the deeper waters, but it was subtle and inconsistent. He turned back to the stagecoach and waved, prompting Heismay to burst from it and launch himself to the nearest cliff face, from which he scurried about to find a safe place to fish from. 

Trudging through the water back to the stagecoach, he climbed back inside and called out to Edward ahead. “Should be clear for a while. Within this area, at least.”