[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Nyakuza Metro [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (134/90) -> -8 friend heart -> Lvl 9 (128/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 633 words[/center]
[@Double] Roxas

Panther wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity he had opened, and rushed in, claws flashing and carving lines across Geralt's face, who reacted with a kick that Panther easily dodged. Small beads of blood pooled up along the cuts, though this was less than the full-on facial wound Panther was intending to create. He hummed curiously as Geralt ran in to lash out with his own claws again, blocking him at the arm and throwing a punch that the Witcher ducked. 

Geralt followed up by drawing his knife and stabbing it into Panther's side quickly, a move that cost him another slash to the face, but succeeded in wounding the feline assassin, who hissed in pain and drew his blaster, trying to catch Geralt while he was distracted by pain. 

What Panther didn't expect was Fizz's trident jabbing at his face, though he was able to dodge just barely in time to avoid being skewered. This gave Geralt, time, however, to draw his crossbow and line up his own shot, which pierced into Caruso's chest, puncturing the aptly-named Panther's lung and causing him to stop and cough up blood. "Ah...it seems I wasn't able to catch my prey..." 

Fizz ended Panther's lament by stabbing him through the chest, and the cat faded into ash as the speedy trickster disappeared in the way Strikers did. Sighing, Geralt picked up the Spirit left behind and rushed to Roxas, scowling when he saw the cats trying to drag the boy away. "Scram!" He yelled, drawing his blade and slicing one in two, not even bothering to take the Spirit it left behind as the others scattered. Roughly hauling the unconscious teen onto his shoulder, Geralt stowed his sword and started running in the way he remembered Raz leading them. He had some trouble finding the way on account of having been split up from the others, but through a careful application of violence, he managed to reach the station, where he saw Pit providing covering fire and shouted up to the angelic warrior. 

"Got ambushed! Kid's still out, but I need to get us in there before- DON'T YOU DARE!" Interrupted by a group of cats nipping at his heel, Geralt spun and unleashed Aard on them, launching the bunch back and dazing them. "Before [i]that[/i] happens again." He finished, sighing. 

He just needed to get up to that window and they'd be home free. Thankfully, Geralt had one more trick up his sleeve that he could use. "Judicator!" He called, the massive abomination appearing and kneeling while extending its neck towards the shattered window. It began its self-flagellation immediately, sealing the remnants of the cuts Panther had given him and putting a little more life back into Roxas as he carefully climbed up its back and jumped through the window, landing on the inside of the station with a grunt. 

Once the Seekers boarded the Black Line train, Geralt dropped Roxas in a seat and reached inside himself for a Friend Heart, pushing it into the teen. "Welcome to the Seekers for real this time." He casually remarked, sighing as he sat down next to him. "You've got some catching up to do. Somebody else explain it, I had to lug his ass through the whole metro, I'm fucking tired."

With that, he closed his eyes as waited for their destination. 

When they finally arrived, he stepped out of the train station and looked around warily, not expecting the nice, if somewhat busy, town on the other side. He could see three, [i]three[/i] academies! Clearly this was a place that valued the highly-educated. 

Still, if that looming city they found once they walked on a bit more was anything to go by, they had their work cut out for them.