[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Carcass Isle- Where All Things Must Come[/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (20/90) -> Lvl 9 (24/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 530 words[/center]

As Nadia flew towards the Orphan, Geralt drew his silver blade yet again and rushed in, circling around to a safe area once Blazermate put her Medaforce beam into action, launching an absolutely devastating blow against the Guardian that easily beat out any single shot even the Breaching Bastion could deliver. While he was unable to advance during the duration of the beam, it did give him a moment to re-cast Quen, shielding himself yet again.

As he closed in during the moment of vulnerability, he caught not only the bolt of lightning that slammed Blazermate into the beach like a fist from the heavens, but Link's own charging barrage. The Shipboy hero rode the goop that Junior had laid down as an obstacle for the Orphan, unloading his guns into the thing before engaging in melee with speed that was hard to believe. As his Ro Cestus counterattack slammed into the Orphan's face, Geralt's blade carved a bloody line through the back of its neck, failing to deliver the decapitating swing Geralt had hoped it would, but still managing a painful blow.

With a curse, he lifted his blade and deflected the blade which spun around at him, thankfully devoid of much of its momentum after Link's blow slightly stunned the creature. As the organic weapon crashed into the sand, Geralt sliced and diced at the monster in between the two Seekers, only barely reacting to the backhand he got in retaliation. As it hefted its blade and leapt away, taking a swing at him, Geralt moved [i]through[/i] the attack, dodging forward and past the blade, closing the distance yet again as the Orphan landed and spun its blade about its body, centripetal force giving the incoming blow significantly greater power. 

The clash of mysterious material on silver let out a shower of sparks and a hideous noise, and the shield granted by Quen flickered and shattered as Geralt full-on blocked the blow, his bones aching but unrelenting. As he pushed the blade back, he quickly spun his much lighter weapon in a practiced maneuver, scoring a trio of lighter but true cuts against the Guardian's upper and lower torso as well as its thigh, before rolling under and away from the follow-up blow that he didn't have the protective magic to tank. 

Moving back in, Geralt swung again and again, the proverbial clock ticking towards Blazermate's destruction under the unstoppable waves of lightning spurring him to do his old job yet again and kill the monster. He tried to avoid blocking or deflecting attacks whenever possible, but this more aggressive style meant he was taking greater risks with the hope of ending the fight sooner rather than later. 

With the support of the others, though, he knew this could very well be the end. This thing was bleeding, charred, smoking, just littered with wounds. 

[i]They could do this![/i] Geralt grunted as he dodged another blow, his stamina finally starting to flag. His breaths were coming quicker and heavier, but he was still going. A little soreness never stopped him before. He'd get plenty of rest and meditation once this was over with and they were safe.