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World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

The Maw

Lvl 7 (49/70) -> Lvl 7 (50/70)

Word Count: 300 words

Geralt cursed as a massive red light appeared from the center of the domed room's roof. While the gargantuan hand that came down to capture them failed to do so, Geralt's heart was pounding as he and Blazermate got their bearings on the bookshelf. As the light shone over Nadia, Geralt turned towards the darts slapping against the wall of the bookshelf and quickly began hauling himself up. It wasn't particularly difficult, even for a child of his size- and wasn't that weird to think about?- and in a few scant moments, Geralt was on top of the small bookshelf.

Frantically looking around, the once and future Witcher spotted a nearby end table with what appeared to be a massively oversized shirt on it. Shrugging, he took a running leap, landing softly on the bunched-up fabric, and quickly pulled it over himself, forcing his breathing to still as he hoped and prayed that whatever the hell that thing was didn't see him. He couldn't see much through the fabric, and it stank, but he'd endure whatever kept him from being grabbed by that giant hand and presumably crushed.

That presumption was proven shortly after, when a loud ringing noise rang out for a few moments before a crunching noise took its place as, hidden from its sight, the creature destroyed the alarm clock Peach had thrown as a distraction. Geralt had no idea what to do now. He could only tell that the light probably wasn't directly over him, but he didn't know if it was nearby, or if it even accurately represented what this thing could see. All he knew is that was probably safe here.

Probably. And when did that ever not work out for Geralt of Rivia?

He should probably have written a will before leaving...

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

The Maw

Lvl 7 (48/70) -> Lvl 7 (49/70)

Word Count: 593 words

So, it boiled down to, keep quiet, get out, undo this curse somehow, take down the head honcho, and escape. Add a few intermediate steps for finding things that could help them, figure out how to do all of this while terrifyingly under-sized, and don't die to the floor and ceiling monsters while doing so.

Honestly speaking, this wouldn't be easy. Without the physical conditioning he had as a Witcher, Geralt wasn't sure how much he'd be able to do. He knew that at the very least, the Cadet would outstrip him in that category. Humans were just built different where he was from. He had his mind, and for that he was eternally grateful, but without the ability to put into action many of the plans he'd normally come up with, that mind was worth less than it might otherwise be.

Still, they weren't completely lost. Mirage and Nadia had picked up some kind of mechanical fan, and a gun that shot darts which were shockingly sturdy, if slow-moving. Sturdy enough to be used as platforms, which gave Geralt a few ideas. Still, he looked around the room and frowned. The place was too damned big. And the others were already off while he thought. Peach's idea had merit, though he wasn't sure just yet on how they'd undo whatever was done to them. Probably ambush them and stab whatever passed for their throats.

Speaking of which, it was time to find a knife or something that could be used as a similar weapon.

And with that, Geralt set about searching around the base of the bed he was on, casting his eyes over the room, he noticed miscellaneous bits of debris flying around where Mirage had gone off to. A sling, perhaps? Simple enough weapon. Not...quite my area of expertise, however. He left that train of thought when Blazermate spoke up. Looking to the massive robot- relative to him, at least- he nodded. "I was no slouch, even as a child." God, that voice was grating. "I'm at least fit enough to carry my own weight. With your boost, we should be okay."

Looking about the room, Geralt mostly-arbitrarily decided upon a direction they could head off to on the way to the vent: what appeared to be a bookshelf, with random items along with books covering its shelves. "That way." He pointed, getting next to Blazermate. "Not sure exactly how you plan to do this, but we should jump at the same time, no?"

Here went everything. They pushed off, the bed hardly an ideal surface to jump from, but their slow descent as they half-floated across the room was...disorienting. Geralt did not like the relative lack of gravity, the sluggishness with which the ground rose to try and intercept them.

All that vanished as they drew closer, however, and Geralt reached out, bent his legs, and crashed into one of the shelves just below his knees, falling onto the surface with a sigh. "That could have been worse. Thanks." Pulling his entire body over the ledge, he stood up and surveyed their new surroundings. "Not far now."

Geralt lifted an arm, waving to catch Mirage's attention. He didn't want to call out too loudly, wary of the creatures the others had mentioned. He didn't know what would set them off, but he didn't want to risk it. He pointed at the side of the bookshelf's interior, then lifted his arm, pointing at the 'wall' the whole time. Hopefully he'd get the message: 'Darts, along this wall.'

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Bottomless Sea -> The Maw

Lvl 7 (46/70) -> Lvl 7 (48/70)

Word Count: 791 words

Among the many things that happened before Tyl Regor's return, the conversations that took place seemed to get them nowhere. Such was the downside to their decision to agree on matters of such import before acting. If nobody could come to an agreement, progress would stall. Still, as it was, things were alright. Nothing was forcing their hands quite yet, even if that freak had expected them to have made some sort of decision in the time since he'd-

Ah. Of course. As soon as Geralt thinks 'We'll be alright, nothing horrible has happened to force us to do something', that exact fucking thing happens. He barely even spared the giant, monstrous thing a glance, worried that he'd either stop and study it, or that its strange glowing eyes would focus on the Seekers and destroy them personally.

Even as it was, that wave of energy had shut down anything that worked on electricity, the main power source of many of the worlds that composed this place. That was bad. That was, in fact, extremely bad, as it resulted in Blazermate 'falling unconscious' (Geralt did not want to contemplate that she might be dead just yet), and the Atomos becoming little more than a decoration.

Oversized legs and arms pumped as the MegaWitcher sprinted towards the Maw, diving into its maw (pun intended) and rolled along the wooden floor. They were in some kind of parlor. Quickly getting up and looking around, Geralt found that the place was actually decently decorated. He could only assume it was to make the victims of this place feel more at ease before their inevitable demise.

Peach took the lead when a figure appeared before them, wearing a porcelain mask and rail-thin, before admitting to them that it was the master of this ship. Geralt's hand strayed to his sword, but unless things got worse, he'd let Peach handle this.

Things got worse.

A silver blade sang as it flew from its sheath and Geralt stepped forward, drawing the Sign of Axii to induce one of the monsters to distract its friend and turn this fight into a cleanup.

But as he pushed power into the Sign, nothing happened for a moment.

And then the backlash came, the spike of pain into his mind that came from trying to overwhelm a mind much too powerful, only this creature didn't even seem to blink.

Ah, so that's how it was. They were experts of this craft, and Axii was merely a brute-force application of an art they'd perfected. Or perhaps, one that their very nature granted them mastery over.

All these thoughts and more crossed Geralt's mind as darkness overcame him.

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Waking with a start, Geralt looked around to find himself lying on an oversized bed, the others stirring and trying to figure out what happened. It took a moment before he registered that they were either extremely small now, or that this bed was excessively oversized.

He hoped it was the latter, but he wasn't dumb enough to hold onto that hope for long. No, whatever strange force controlled this place had clearly metamorphosed them. "Oh, fuck."

Oh. Fuck. That was not his voice. That was the voice of a squeaky, snot-nosed child! He sounded even younger and higher-pitched than Ciri had when they first met. This was bad. This was very bad. If he was that young....

"I'm not a Witcher."

He wouldn't be able to utilize his Signs, he wouldn't even be able to properly swing a sword.

Where were his swords?

Geralt patted himself down-

He was wearing....

This was much worse than he thought. Much, much worse. This outfit was something Vesemir had given him as a child. It was nothing special, just some decent clothes that wouldn't wear quickly for the little bits of training they'd allowed him to do as a youth, which in retrospect was more like structured play.

Geralt almost wanted to join Sakura in her panic, but he took that feeling, buried it behind his experience, his knowledge, and his stoic facade and carefully stood up.

Link was already taking a position to calm the others and get their attention, and Geralt nodded at the boy. "Oh, I'm Geralt by the way."

It took him a moment to remember just how different he probably looked. The others he could, somewhat unsurprisingly, pick out well enough, but his own appearance was drastically different due to the mutagens that were part of the Trials. He just wanted to be sure they didn't waste time trying to figure it out.

"So this whole thing is fucked." He figured he'd say what they were all thinking, at least. "So what's the plan?"

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Bottomless Sea

Lvl 7 (45/70) -> Lvl 7 (46/70)

Word Count: 353 words

Geralt crossed his arms at Nadia's unnecessary explanation of elevators, shaking his head. "This is like no elevator I've ever seen. Frankly, it might actually be safer than the ones we have." Considering that this elevator was in the middle of a tube and went who-knows how far into the ocean, that was actually saying a lot.

When it activated, Geralt's steel sword left its sheath with a hiss, the Witcher having drawn the blade on instinct, angling the weapon at the elevator shaft as the platform ascended, only for the tension to disappear from his body almost instantly when he saw the mutated, insulting creatures resembling humans. Looking them over, he felt a mixture of pity and anger swelling within him, which paused when they were addressed by the strangely armored man who appeared on the wall. Geralt looked to the others, who reacted as though this was normal.

So he just went with it. Some kind of projection, it seemed. This person referring to the place as their sealab and those...things...as Tubeman made the anger spike as his face fell into a scowl. He didn't like this. It reminded him far too much of the Trials. He remembered how Yen's plan to restore Uma had made the other Wolves feel, especially Lambert. Some secrets were best left forgotten.

Of course, this Tyl Regor person just continued, obviously proud of his accomplishments. And that favor can be me not killing you where you stand, Geralt wanted to say. Wisely, however, he kept his mouth shut and let the others speak.

It seemed they were all of a similar mind. "Frankly, I'd love nothing more to go down there and make sure that monster never creates another 'Tubeman' again, but we've more pressing matters to deal with." Geralt's voice was tense, his words coming quickly and angrily. "I take back what I said yesterday, that ship is clearly the worst option available to us."

He couldn't speak to the merits of the other plans. All he knew was that he wanted to be away from here, as quickly as possible.

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Bottomless Sea

Lvl 7 (43/70) -> Lvl 7 (45/70)

Word Count: 1,126 words

So, good news and bad news. Good news, he wasn't dead.

Bad news, the Ordnance Platform was yanked to the side, guns aiming away from the giant monster, which was both smart enough to recognize the unique threat that it posed, and able to directly act on it in a way that neutralized that threat. So much for that plan.

Geralt turned to the tentacle that Sakura wasn't attacking, he unleashed a continuous stream of fire via Igni, quickly toasting one side of the appendage. The spongey flesh moved and rippled, seeming to change its grip to keep any one part of it from being boiled by the fire. After a few seconds, the stream died as Geralt felt that familiar ache that signaled the time to stop the flow of power into a Sign.

Inwardly cursing, Geralt began to draw his silver sword as he saw something that, even with the influence of the Harbor Demon's Spirit, would always make him fear the water just a little bit more: The impossibly massive shark breaching the surface of the Bottomless Sea, tearing through Tentalus's back like a hot knife through butter, and dragging it and Scylla into the depths of the ocean.

Suppressing a shudder as the Ordnance Platform was freed from its bindings, Geralt carefully leapt to the approaching Sippy, dismissing his construct and making sure to take a stable seat onboard Shippy. Legs folded beneath him, he must have looked quite a sight, sitting like a child as a 10-foot tall giant unicorn monster man.

And then the conversation came. Frankly, they all had their points, and he stated as much. "I don't disagree with Sakura that we should try and help people where we can. But we do need to be more careful about doing it, that much is true. Some monsters can't be reasoned with, but it can be hard to tell which ones those are." It was here that another difference between his world and the Cadet's was brought back to his mind. "In some places, monsters really are just monsters, unthinking creatures that, even if they're wise enough to prioritize targets like that thing was, are still bound by some destructive instinct."

"But if Bowser didn't talk and think and clearly feel, I'd be hard-pressed not to call him a monster myself. I think Sakura was trying to be cognizant of the fact that in this place, you can't always tell what you're looking at. Whether they're a sentient, thinking, feeling being, or a slave to instinct. Matter of fact, I took a job to hunt down a werewolf just before I joined up. Turned out he was researching a cure for his condition and trying to scare off anybody like me, sent to kill him for the crime of being cursed. I...can empathize with that." It was perhaps the first time he'd thought about Sabrewulf since meeting the werewolf, but he hadn't forgotten his promise to the man. "Hmm. Speaking of which, I have a few things I need to ask the Moogles when I get a chance about that..."

"That being said, we need to communicate better, too. Nobody, and I'm directing this at myself as well, can just go off like that again. Even though I wasn't the first out, I didn't try to stop Bowser, or even calm things down once I was out there. I just shot. I need to do better, and I'm sorry for that." It might have been hard to tell due to the Witcher's typically stoic demeanor, but he was being sincere when he said this. He looked at the others on Shippy, and an oversized fist clenched.

"As for letting giant monsters fight it out? I think most of us can agree on that." He wasn't going to point at that none of them had a way of knowing Scylla was essentially a monster, or more likely some kind of psychopath.

It was strange but kind of nice, talking things out like that. Peach's ultimatum did serve to ground him a bit. They needed to do better than jumping into every situation that they saw. Before this, he'd have thought Sakura to be the one to worry about, but apparently Bowser needed to be added to that list.

Geralt felt a little off at Bella's discomfort, but it wasn't quite a shared experience. He knew he wasn't some kind of monster, even if others on the Continent saw Witchers as such. Even with his new additions, Geralt was quite confident in himself and his humanity. Still, he was sympathetic to her, and added to Peach and Nadia's reassurances. "Your past is not all that defines you, Bella. Sakura may have awakened your mind to the world around you, but your heart is your own. All she did was give you the chance to use it, unshackled. And I am not disappointed." That was not Geralt of Rivia talking, and a part of him new it. It was more like listening to Dandelion try to woo a girl, but it felt much more natural than it would had he done it himself. No, he recognized the influence of the Harbor Demon's poetry on him, but couldn't bring himself to protest it. It was, after all, a part of him now.

Cadet's comment and Peach's response to the situation regarding their recent additions merely prompted Geralt to lift an eyebrow and open one hand, then curl a finger back towards himself. It wouldn't exactly be hard for him to knock them silly, given his new size.

Soon, the Seekers came upon the structure they'd been aiming for, and Geralt frowned when they approached. It was entirely alien to him, the massive metallic structure. This was like nothing he'd ever seen before, with perhaps the exception of Alcamoth. He did not like it one bit.

Disembarking with the others (and wondering what they'd be doing about Shippy), Geralt looked around for a moment before focusing on the only real way: forward. The megastructure was their clear goal, and nothing was stopping them from going there. In short order they were inside, and Geralt found that he liked what he saw inside even less. The colossal elevator shaft evoked a primal response from the Witcher, and he frowned as he spoke. "And what in the hell are we supposed to do with that?"

The strange light show Peach had activated was, strangely, more helpful. It was like some kind of magical representation of the structure they were in, he assumed. "I...have no idea." He said in response to Nadia's question. The idea made him somewhat uncomfortable, as well. People were not meant to go so deep below the waves.

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Bottomless Sea

Lvl 7 (41/70) -> Lvl 7 (43/70)

Word Count: 772 words

In rather short order, the tides of battle were turning. The assault on Shippy slowed to a crawl, as those on board the living boat fought and destroyed the single remaining enemy of any note. The strange, flying, animated skeleton-fish exploded bit by bit and dissolved into Dust and Spirit, which Rika crushed. Nadia pulled off a reckless but necessary gambit to survive her attack on the monstergirl, redirecting her momentum and probably giving herself the world's worst case of nausea. At least she wouldn't be conscious to feel it.

It was Bowser and the Cadet that Geralt was focused on now. They were both durable enough to last a few hits, if Geralt's memories of the Cadets own brand of hunters served. Bowser's own durability was obvious. He wasn't worried about them getting killed, which meant he could focus. He'd cut his own fire as soon as they'd gotten close enough to risk hitting them, but kept the smaller guns shooting at the mass of rampaging fish that might have turned on Sakura and Bella should they decide to get closer.

Speaking of the smaller Shipgirls, Geralt smirked a little at their positioning. Sakura was clearly trying to protect him and Bella, which to those not quite in the know would just seem hilarious. Geralt's new knowledge, however, told him that the Street Fighter was more battle-savvy than one would expect from a teenage girl. She'd seen his relative immobility, and knew that without rigging, he'd be ripe for the picking if the Ordnance Platform were destroyed or damaged. Bella's case was obvious, as her massive tail gun required time to aim, making its use in close combat unwieldy at best. If either of them were attacked like this, especially by a more mobility-based opponent, they could be vulnerable.

Bowser's climb, and subsequent beating at the hands of their current target, was actually a bit hard to watch. It was clear he was betting it all on this, charging right into her and exchanging blows. The Koopa King grabbed the tiny terror, withering under her ultimate attack, but still managing to pull through and grab her.

And it was at that moment that the enemy of their enemy proved to not be much of a friend. Sure, destroying the pillar Scylla was on wasn't overtly hostile, but it put their prospects of victory in danger. The Ordnance Platform's guns turned to bear down on the massive monster, threatening a repeat of the devastating barrage he'd given earlier, but remaining silent for now. It hadn't actually tried to kill them just yet, despite the Seekers technically starting the fight with it, so for now, a threat it would remain.

Once more, golden chains appeared from the ether, stopping the movement of the collapsing pillar, and Geralt's peripheral vision caught Link's tablet, aimed at the fight. He'd nearly forgotten about the Hero's handy little device, and it had saved their hides twice just now.

Speaking of which, the other thing it had stopped was now swooping back to grab Bowser, who Geralt could see had Friend Hearted, and dragged with him into the ship.

Sakura must have missed it, as she asked him and Bella what had happened. Obliging, the MegaWitcher answered. "Bowser grabbed her. She's on the Atomos now."

Beyond that, he had no idea what happened aboard the Atomos. It was up to them now. Instead, Geralt called out to Sakura, who was now moving towards the broken spire, and Bella. "I'm moving!" And, after a pause, he added, "Slowly!"

Comedic timing aside, the Ordnance Platform slowly crawled across the water towards Tentalus. Geralt assumed a dramatic pose, a single finger pointed at the monster, guns aching to fire. "Listen to the girl!" He yelled, his size and deep voice making the command carry despite the much larger distance between him and the target of his order. "We don't want to fight you any further if we don't have to!"

He meant it, too. His own history with monsters wasn't quite as bleak as he'd told Sakura, since it would definitely hurt the point he'd tried, and honestly mostly failed, to make. He didn't know enough to know if this was a sentient, thinking being in front of them or a mindless beast. A dragon or a Fiend. If it listened, if it saw that it was clearly outmatched and turned tail, he'd let that be the end of it. But if it charged? If it tried to hurt Sakura, or Bella, or any of these other crazy kids he'd come to know?

He'd slaughter it like a pig.

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Bottomless Sea

Lvl 7 (39/70) -> Lvl 7 (40/70)

Word Count: 319 words

Geralt snarled as a massive eel-faced tentacle charged for him atop his Ordnance Platform. This little kid was starting to piss him off. Drawing his silver sword in one and and quickly making a Sign in the other, Geralt smirked as Aard activated mid-lunge. The Sign, as overcharged as the rest of Geralt's abilities with his new size and Stamina, dazed the lunging appendage, which recoiled in pain from the burst of telekinetic force. And that was when Geralt's hastily-concocted plan began.

The two crane arms of the Ordnance Platform moved, rising towards the peak of their range of movement and turning slightly inward, towards the reeling eel. As they neared the top of their range, the cables released, sending the hooks and their extremely heavy steel cables flying. Timed with an instinct only possible through extensive practice (Or absorbing the Spirit, instincts, and lived experiences of one who had done that practice), the cables both landed on top of the eel, dragging it down, closer to the main gun.

The main gun which Geralt was aiming directly at the head of the eel.

The main gun which fired as Geralt closed his left fist.

The main gun which obliterated the head of the eel, leaving behind nothing but a smoking crater where it used to be.

Geralt laughed, reveling for a moment in victory, before turning his guns towards Bowser and letting loose with the smaller cannons, targeting the tentacles that were attacking the Boss. At the very least, he could slow this girl down a bit. The others could get the satisfaction of pummeling her into submission.

Don't worry Sakura, I heard you! Things weren't looking too bad for them, overall. Bella was no longer being shaken about like a dog's chew toy, Sakura's newest Friend wasn't trying to kill them, and at least there was one less eel tentacle thing to worry about.

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Edge of the Blue- Seaward Bay

Lvl 7 (38/70) -> Lvl 7 (39/70)

Word Count: 468 words

With a shower of blood and viscera, Geralt's bombardment did its job, and did it damn well. The giant monster that was previously attacking the smaller, monstrous-seeming girl was now sporting a massive hole, leaking its vital fluids into the water, and....desperately trying to escape?! That raised a number of questions Geralt wasn't quit ready or qualified to answer at this moment, and it also raised the question of what to do now that the one they'd ostensibly tried to rescue was chasing it down.

"This is what we get for helping..." Geralt muttered, turning his guns on the scores of vicious fish that had appeared in response to the blood and chunks of tentacle monster filling the ocean. He could see the Seekers aboard Shippy doing the same, and edged the Ordnance Platform closer to the living vessel. The undersized weapons platform, sadly, could only move at a disgustingly slow pace, and soon Geralt found himself regretting just about every decision he'd made since boarding the Atomos once more. Raising an arm and waving, Geralt yelled out to those onboard Shippy. "Little help?! Turns out this thing doesn't really do moving all that well!" With any luck, they'd swing by close enough for him to make the jump over.

Still, until he was picked up, he'd keep his guns trained on the schools of flesh-eating fish trying to turn Shippy and his other allies into mincemeat. He wasn't willing to risk hitting Bella, Sakura, or the others who chose to engage in close-quarters combat with their new enemy.

And still, things got worse. The little monstergirl grabbed the larger monster, and ripped its eye out. Even Geralt had to suppress a wince at that. A moment later, she did something the megaWitcher didn't expect: chucked the damn thing like a stone at the Atomos.

The next moments went by in a flash. Bowser yelled, Shippy started moving, and then the Atomos was suspended in the air, radiating a bright yellow light. Something about it seemed familiar to Geralt, and he had to assume it was the doing of one of their allies. He let out a little sigh of relief as he watched Bella, Sakura, Rika, and eventually even Bowser's fight. Bella's situation was certainly unenviable, what with the whole "Trapped in the jaws of a demon eel thing", but she had her friends backing her up. Speaking of which, Sakura had Friend Hearted the giant monster he shot a massive hole into. Part of him was exasperated with her apparent desire to befriend every living creature, but part of him was a bit relieved, because they'd clearly chosen to back the wrong horse when they first came down.

Which was, frankly, about par for the course in Geralt's experience of "helping with limited information."

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Edge of the Blue- Seaward Bay

Lvl 7 (37/70) -> Lvl 7 (38/70)

Word Count: 482 words

Geralt's inexperience with flying vessels in all forms meant he was unable to understand just exactly what Sakura's idea really entailed. He knew storms went high, and he knew this ship they were in could go high. He had no idea how high either of those things went, however, as that information was for most purposes irrelevant to him. Sure, some monsters might be able to fly above a storm if they had powerful enough wings, but he'd never heard much on such a thing, and it was a fool's errand to go hunting in the middle of a storm anyway.

If it was feasible, it would probably be a good idea, Geralt could agree. He simply had no frame of reference for whether it could be feasible, and thus held his tongue as the Koopa Family discussed the idea and its merits. Bowser's own interjection left Geralt with a raised eyebrow. He knew the boss was a man of eccentric taste, but building a castle in the middle of the ocean on a tiny island that was constantly harassed by storms-

Skellige. Bowser was talking about Skellige, though with extra storms. "Actually, boss, that almost sounds like Skellige. Storms aren't quite as bad, but its a nation founded on an archipelago surrounding a larger main island. The castle is on a smaller island adjacent to the larger one, and the only real way to it is by crossing the bridge. Of course, a flying vessel like this could just ignore that, but it's as you say, a highly defensible location for a castle."

When they started receiving reports from Rika's scouts, Geralt frowned. Another battle on the ocean was the last thing they needed. At least, as Bowser said, they were ignoring the Seekers and just fighting each other. They'd be able to cruise right by and-

And Bowser was jumping out the door as soon as he heard the little one was a girl. What a dastardly villain his boss was, truly.

Sighing, Geralt stood awkwardly and followed him to the open door, jumping out just after Rika. His impact with the water wasn't too harsh, as Junior thankfully kept them low. He was probably predicting somebody jumping out at some point, since it had happened twice already.

Moments after he hit the water, he summoned the Ordnance Platform below him, rising back out of the ocean on top of the massive disk on top of the Platform. "Let's see what you can do." He muttered, pointing all five guns at the large monster. He wasn't sure if the four smaller guns would have the range to hit it, but they reloaded faster than the main cannon, and wouldn't leave him high and dry if his target turned and charged.

Closing his fist once he was confident at his aim, Geralt ordered the guns to fire with a yell.

World of Light

Geralt of Rivia

Edge of the Blue- Seaward Bay

Lvl 7 (36/70) -> Lvl 7 (37/70)

Word Count: 398 words

"Geralt." Was the simple response to Mirage's statement. "If your experience is as extensive as you say, you'll fit in with us quite well. The Cadet and I are from worlds teeming with monsters of various shapes, sizes, and temperaments. We make our living by hunting them, though his is a much more respected profession than mine." He didn't delve further into the depressing topic that was the treatment Witchers got. There was certainly no need to spoil the celebration.

He listened as Nadia spoke of her old life as well, with Link offering some tidbits of information about an aquatic race of people he knew. Although, something about his comments struck Geralt as odd. "So, how long do Hylians like you live then? Because if one hundred years is enough to be a young adult, but you knew him when he was a young child...that doesn't add up." Geralt had a look of concentration on his face. "Because you're not that old-looking yourself, but you're older than he is." Unless they had access to age-preserving or magic and Link was lucky or important enough to receive it.

When the revelries ended, and the group returned to their respective ships, Geralt found himself...displeased with the current situation. His new size made it rather difficult to fit in places he would have previously. For example, the inside of the Atomos. As it was, he now found himself sitting inside the airship where he previously would have stood, or sat in one of the chairs. But now, none of the accommodations fit him, forcing the Witcher to simply sit in the hold. He wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it was rather undignified.

The state of the Bottomless Sea itself, however, was a more pressing concern for all present. The turbulent water, the incredibly ominous sky, and that weird green beacon seeming to beckon to them. He didn't exactly have a great vantage point from where he was, but that seemed like as good a place as any to head to. Rika's plan to use her smaller flying ships to do reconnaissance was a good one, and Geralt found himself wishing he had the capability to do so.

Still, the giant gun platform was a nice bonus, even if he hadn't had a chance to really put it to use yet. It seemed like he would be getting the opportunity soon.