[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia [/h2]
Spire 04- Space Logistics Complex
Lvl 15 Geralt (132/140) -> (134/150) 385% -> 410 % OL Charged (Lvl 3)
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Geralt awaited the other Seekers as they made their way through the burned-out road, providing literal fire support with Ardor Blossom’s flames to split the Naytibas’ attention, sure to never anger more than one or two at a time. Monsoon and the Judicator provided further support, each utilizing their own ranged attacks to destroy any that approached. Once the way was clear, he took a moment to access the Armory via Edward’s spell, sending the items he’d just received from the Spirits to the Avenger. 

When the rest entered the Space Elevator’s housing complex, Sandalphon went to work confirming their next step: crossing through the building and destroying the Naytiba mass to allow Adam and Eve to continue their own journey to ascend the elevator, where Sandalphon would temporarily assist them. He couldn’t deny that seeing the heavens had its appeal, but they had a job to do, and killing the immortal Baldur would only get harder the darker and colder it got. They couldn’t afford too many delays, which made Sandalphon the only one who could reasonably join their temporary allies with her ability to instantly teleport to the rest of the team. 

As the door to Area 2 opened once the Seekers put the hurt on the piece of biomass blocking their access, Geralt transformed to the Molar Boatworks Fixer Identity. The Naytiba thus far hadn’t proven terribly dangerous, and with Quen to protect him, he could easily deal with the more melee-focused Troopers and Fighters. The Gunners would prove a greater challenge, though as he charged in to attack, he noticed that they were much slower to fire than the sentrybots had been outside. 

Taking advantage of that fact, he focused on the polearm-wielding Fighters. While his lack of reach in this Identity was certainly a disadvantage against a more or less equally-skilled opponent, it was child’s play to bait an overcommitted attack from one of the Naytiba. As soon as it left an opening, Geralt took advantage of it, jabbing his harpoon-blade into its torso, using his free arm to bind and disable the arm that held its weapon. With its own free hand, the Naytiba punched him in the head, but Geralt took the blow with only a grunt, Quen’s shield shimmering around him. The others were established in the melee by now, and Geralt kept his attention on his first quarry.

Throwing its free arm off him, Geralt used his harpoon to stab and tear at the arm holding its weapon, forcing the Fighter to drop its polearm. From there, he ducked another punch, skirting around and jabbing with the pile bunker into roughly where its kidney would be on a human, following up with a hook to its chest with his empty hand as it turned towards him. The Naytiba launched itself at him, but Geralt pivoted and caught its flying body, pinning it to the ground and stabbing through its torso. As the main body dissolved, the Skulling quickly scuttling away to find a new host. “Dammit! The heads, the things on their heads! Take them out or these things will just keep coming.” He called to the others as a Gunner opened fire on him. 

A Trooper approached as he dodged the projectile, wildly swinging its hammer and forcing Geralt to make a series of rapid parries to avoid its blows. As it finished its wild combo, pulling its hammer up from the ground, Geralt was forced to dodge another Gunner projectile. He sighed, casting Igni on the Trooper and scorching it before breaking and running for the Gunner. In a strange display of either stupidity or an abundance of unearned confidence, it stood its ground and lethargically swung its projectile-firing arm, the Witcher easily avoiding the blow by taking a quick step backwards, as he primed the pneumatic system on his pile bunker. 

Once it was charged as the Gunner began recovering, Geralt stepped forward, punching the weapon forward and unleashing its stored energy, the harpoon tip spearing out and instantly destroying the Naytiba’s body and the Skulling on its head, the parasitic Naytiba dissolving into ash. 

He had no time to think of where next, though, as the Trooper bore down on him, swinging its club as he turned and catching him on the shoulder. Quen shattered with an explosion of electricity, zapping every enemy in a twelve-meter radius with a burst of lightning. The Naytiba did not relent, swinging violently in its follow-up already, but Geralt caught the attacking monster’s arm, halting the incoming blow entirely. It struggled to break his grip, but Geralt snarled, punching his harpoon-clad fist into and through its chest, killing the host and sending the Skulling fleeig. 

He gave chase, the Naytiba surprisingly fast when motivated, but Geralt was faster. Even as it found and attempted to take over a new host, his boot came down on one of its tentacles, pinning it in place. It turned entirely, flinging its body onto his leg and trying to dig into his flesh through the material, but found no purchase. Instead, Geralt speared its body through with his pile bunker, killing the Skulling.