[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia [/h2]
Frozen Highlands- The Midnight Walk
Lvl 15 Geralt (260/140) -> (262/140) 280% OL Charged (Lvl 1)
Word count: 958 words [/center]


After his return to the stagecoach, Mokou was next to exit and perform reconnaissance, encountering and engaging a massive aquatic creature that she was content to float out of reach of, peppering it with fireballs. Unfortunately, the monster had a much longer reach than was immediately apparent, and it dragged her under the waves. Roxas and Ganondorf were quick to leap to her aid, and with the three of them distracting the monster (and doing a terrible job of it before realizing that the stagecoach was a bad place to bait attacks out from), the group was able to escape the encounter and reach safety after a short sprint from the Reindrix. 

Before them lay Spire 04, the location of the space elevator that Adam and Eve had mentioned when they first met. How an elevator was meant to go so high without collapsing on itself was beyond Geralt, but the kinds of materials he’d seen in this world were also far beyond him and his knowledge. As they got closer, Heismay called out that the bridge was out, forcing the stagecoach to a halt. Luckily, he also quickly spotted a dam that the stagecoach could use to cross the gap, and they quickly made their way towards it. 

After Sandalphon and Adam’s drone detected groups of machine-fused lifeforms, the Naytiba that Adama and Eve were familiar with, Geralt began looking them over. They weren’t terribly novel in form, though the latest presentation was a grotesque combination of flesh and metal that made Geralt’s brow furrow and his nose scrunch. They looked almost like men trying to hold in their entrails as they died. 

After Heismay and Eve broke off from the group, Geralt took a position ahead of the stagecoach but not too far into the field of enemies, calling out to the others. “We ought to provoke them in waves, so as not to draw too much attention our way and risk being overwhelmed.” He cast Quen to protect himself in its shimmering shield, then bounded forward towards a group of the humanoid Naytiba, a pair of swordsman with a third also carrying a shield. Before getting too close, however, he watched their movement patterns and avoided getting breaching their patrol area. 

Once he was ready, the drain of casting a Sign recovered, he drew his steel sword and began casting a spell. “Come forth, sacred spirits!” His shout drew the attention of the Naytiba, which turned his way and began running towards him. “Luminant Scythe!” Too late for them, however, as Geralt cast the holy spell at one of the regular droids. Rings of holy energy surrounded it as balls of light energy crashed into it one after another, each dealing a chunk of damage. It wasn’t enough to defeat the creature, but it was a significant enough blow to stagger it somewhat and break their formation. As the first Naytiba reached him, Geralt deftly parried a swing of its blade, the heat from its weapon drawing a bead of sweat from his brow, and cut through its exposed flesh, severing a great number of tendrils, which flopped to the floor. 

The Naytiba did not react as its fellows joined it, forcing Geralt to back up and avoid being surrounded. He did not let them take the offensive, however, and made for the one that he’d hit with Luminant Scythe, attacking its sword arm to force it on the defensive. Rather than preserve its own life, however, it also attacked Geralt, its superheated blade smashing into the protective barrier of Quen. He grunted and forced the attack, shoulder-checking the robot and stabbing it through the torso. Pulling his sword out, he cut across its body several times before pirouetting around a slash from the first Naytiba he had reached, backing off as they closed ranks. 

A shot from Sandalphon finished off the Naytiba he’d wounded with Luminant Scythe, earning him some much-needed breathing room. He expanded that breathing room with a blast from Aard, stumbling the shieldless Naytiba, while the shielded heavy droid resisted the force of the blast, dissipating against its bulwark. It rushed him, shield forward while its blade loomed threateningly overhead, and had to skid to a stop as geralt danced around its shield and cut at one of its legs. It shoved its shield forward to make room while the other Naytiba rushed Geralt, and the Witcher took a step to try and force one Naytiba between himself and the other. 

They immediately spread out, however, and Geralt had to sigh. They had decent enough teamwork, but they lacked the aggression to make use of that. Quickly drawing his hand crossbow, Geralt shot the Naytiba without a shield and pounced at it, hacking off a leg with a pair of savage blows and pushing it back with a kick. He turned his attention to the heavy droid and waited for it to attack, which the corrupted machine was more than willing to oblige. As its sword arm sailed past him, Geralt grabbed the limb with one arm and drove his sword into its torso, leaving the blade within while he pulled the droid’s arm to drag it off-balance. He drove a kick into the back of its knee, leaning over it to draw his sword again and dismember the heavy droid by removing its arm. The other droid was trying to drag itself towards him, giving him enough time to finish off the heavy droid. 

He approached the remaining Naytiba and waited out an incredibly easily avoided slash from the ground, stepping on its sword arm and driving his sword into the droid’s head, ending it. He grabbed the three Spirits left by the destroyed droids, bottling them for later crushing.