Reborn by Fate

by Klopsy13

They wake in a brand new world, some of them might gain, some lose. When ones ambition, fears an dreams collide with others it's leaves it's marks on the world, bigger or smaller. However, is it all about how big their footprints will be or hapiness they have? Perhaps both. That's the question they will have to answer, each one in their own time.

1. Waking up

At first he felt nothing, then a single stimulus came in form of a droplet of water, coming down his face. In instant his mind got flooded by a sudden flow of sensations coming from all of his nerves. Grass tickling his palm, cold mud cooling his body and gentle breeze that brought the smell of the forest.

All of them so strong as if never felt before.. Weird it was that even if so new, he could still tell what they are, however his mind was almost completely

blank. The last thing he could recall was being in a place very familiar, home maybe and doing something he liked. It filled him with a deep incomprehensive grief though.

He was doing something he was really keen on, so why grief lingered to him, giving him a feeling he had lost something he couldn't reclaim.

It wasn't the right time to think about things like these, after a while he managed to calm down his mind and put those thoughts aside, it took much more effort than he expected.

First he had to get up. It wasn't as easy task as he thought. Even in mud there was a kind of comfort,

warmth that generated throught sheer process of lying, it wasn't something you wanted to leave and into cold world. It reminded him of something familiar, a dirty sheed he loved so much. Why ? He didn't knew althought in reminded him of something dear he would not leave unless he had to.

Another stream of thought disrupted him again and threw his mind in disarray once more.

After struggling another few minutes to close another gate in his brain he decided to do something less rapid and open his eyes.

"Yeah, getting up can wait a while" It went out his mouth without his consent, what almost made him jump into air out of this suprise, almost. Voice was completely different from what it should sounds like, at least that what he felt like. Voice itself was very clear, like a crystal bell, completely unbefitting him, it should bear more masculinity like a male... yes a male... wait, he was male?!

He realised he was male all that time, but somehow didn't realised that earlier, like it didn't hold any weigt to him earlier to the point where his mind decided he don't have to remember this.

What if there are other thinks his brains decided he don't need to remember just becouse, that was really bad, he can't just let that dork dictate what he know and what not... what an asshole.

But to prove to himself he can beat that piece of fucking jelly he had to open his eyes to know what he is standing at, so all he need to do to open his eyes.

It was hard... very hard. His eyelid decided it fells better being fully stretched, there wasn't any compromise only a cold hearted fight for dominance. He would go up, this bastard down. He was obviously stronger and no eyelid can beat him so all it took were ten minutes aaand a sudden gush of sunlight made it fiery mark on him stunning him with it's variety of colors. That bundle of skin took that ocasion to shut itself down firmly on the eye to prevent any other intervention.

"Now your screwed you bastard." No word could depict how pissed he were on that traitor, that judas, that THAT ! There was nothing wrong with how pissed he was, well they were playing in the same team, or at least that what he believed in, until this day.

Never ever before it would do such a thing, they were quite a duo before. He had been choosing people and things he didn't want to pay attention on, and it would make sure his sight couldn't lie on them nor thougt litter his awareness

it was very effective when he was in the most exalted thing he could think on.

"But but but maybe, maaaaaaaaybe it was his fault, he didn't ever asked it to pay attention to something so... NONONONO it's not right, I'm a capitan of this boat so when a say something it has to be done, otherwise how would he control the rest of this special education needs groop under his command. It's time to show an iron fist."

Well his brain told him (not the first time) that talking to one's own body is not a good sign but now it was like little wave in a giant storm, there was more important thing to be done.

First he mobilized his tools, left and right hand as a direct performer to enforce his will upon that rebel. Not an easy task to begin with thanks to numbness that has been holding them in it's grip that whole time. Did he sleept on his hands again? It happened often when he had been in college, all this worthless knowdle he got there for which he paid with many sleepless nights which he don't remeber now. Well, it was worthless so why he would need remember it, now there is no expectations he have to meet from those... those familiar yet so far people.

With stronger determination burning inside him he managed to regain feeling in his hands. With few grunts like a lumberjack handling a massive axe, he moved them on his face. It was a indescribable sensation, as if piece of perfect curwed marble so smooth touching it resembled more of a velvet, still there was some kind of inherent hardness showing up when he pressed his hand harder. Something completely out of place.

He was sure there was no place for something like this on his face, It should remind more of greasy piece of bacon, like each time he washed his face in the sink. What is sink? Propably some kind of face washer, he washed his face in it so what different it could be. What if he only imagined it in the first place.

He had to make sure so he rubbed his face for next five minutes. He found out some new facts. First and most immportant thing he discovered was it wasn't only his face, his palms too, which only made him more suspicious, there was a lot of old scifi movies where someone was transported into new body so maybe thats what happened to him. Hovewer shouldn't there be someone, and what scifi is. Movies are something to watch like pictures but they cannot be same if there are different names for them, so you have to watch it differently. Let's think about it later, now there is something more indeed, there was.

The second and more important was what he discovered on top of his head. After going throught the thicket of hair, too long and silky to be his own he came across two weird things pertruding from his head. It touch they were wery smooth but also hard, akin to some kind of stone maybe. At first he assumed something sticked to his head so he tried to pull it out. It didn't want to to come off so he pulled harder.

" What the hell is this ?! Some kind of leech or what?!" Whatever it it he was sure it shouldn't be here. He was human and humans don't have weird thing sticked to their heads... unless their ill. What the hell it could be? He scanned throught all knowdle he gained on internet whatever it was and came to one conclusion

" IT'S CANCER" a wave of fear went throught him. Cancer a silent murder whose only marks are weird things on bodies. Two shapes on his head were completely out of place so it has to be cancer, but now he know wat he's up agains he won't give up easily. He pulled once agains feeling a pain but it won't stop him now. He knew that fucker think some pain will make him stop, it was a damm insult for someone with as powerful will as him. Still it won't move even a bit making him desperate more and more.

Then he felt a surge of power surging inside him, words forming in his mind with unspeakable power. With rising frustration this power increased till he couldn't hold it anymore.

Two words " Dragon Lighting" came out of his mouth, power was let go creating something that struck him in next second. It wasn't pleasant, rather painful and shocking, tingling in a wrong way. He let go those mysterious objects whatever they were . He was sure there was something very wrong with what happened earlier whatever it was despite how natural it seemed for him in the same time.

It's not like he can scream kamehameha and make magic blast out of ass, maybe it's not him, something from outside. Better check it out.

Completely oblivious to what he have been dealing with before he opened his eyes in instant.

A rays of light smite his eyes once again, however this time without any effect, like a pair of invisble sun glasses was between his eyes and sky. And then he saw.

A tangle of branches covered in green leafes so densly it looked like a celling with many small blue holes which through sunlight is pouring in. A beatiful sight, propably the most appealing he has ever seen. Only a few moments earlier he realized he is still looking at it. Uneager to stop he check his face with palm for any possible wounds from this mysterious accident, but there were none.

Out of corner of his eye he saw his hand was a mix of black and purple.

Worried he instantly forgot about green celling more interested in another revelation. With closer examination he realised it's some kind of armor, what was another "something" he couldn't find any explanation for. How it is possible he didn't fell it earlier. It looks as it was made out of something very hard which equals heavy.

There was no reason for him to wear it. He wasn't into "cosplay" whatever it is, at least that what his brain just told him, they should work on comunication by the way, right now it seems like it's rather not very worried about this whole mess, someone said yoga is a good solution to this.

Like a flipping switch his every sense was turned on resulting in a massive information flow, a state of perfect awarness. Whispers of water from nearby spring, gentle rustles made by leaves when a gentle blow air put them in their dance. Smell of wild grass mixed with stronger scent of ripe wild berries. Those sensations made him froze again in delight. He savored them greedily as if it was his only chance, well maybe it was the first reunion with primal nature he ever had.

Still, thougs and worries he had earlier didn't wanish, instead digging throught his rapture patiently. When those voices became unbearable he forced himself up.

Now he had to decide what to do next. He hardly remeber anything what happened before he woke up. There was some shreds, for example a room familiar for him with a big chair connected by many cables, it was a really important part of him he couldn't get a grip on, but whatever. It might come back in right time, now he have to go with the flow and take care of current problems.

"First those weird things. " he touched one with a tip of his finger as if it was a bomb. Does he have his phone. He wouldn't go out without it, did he care about his looks so much when outside. A quick glance revealed that he is fully covered in beatiful armor more resembling piece of art than actual battle gear.

Slender boots made out of beatiful violet scales with a small hell made out of bluish piece of crystal, followed by legs created out of irregular pieces of small metal plates overlapping each other

creating one whole in with many little red and purple veins creating dazzling contrast with black rest. Armor made out of eight bigger scales, three on front, three on back, on each side in diagonal manner and two other on arms. Every scale was connected to other throught black elastic plates and smaller scales making what could be desribes as very ellegant yet not overly thick or rigid suit of black with veins of bloody red and purple where every scale connected with rest of armour. It couldn't be said itt's a knight armor, too slender and comfortable enought to do anything same way with armor and without it.

There was only one problem. Armors don't have any pockets. Hence armors don't have any pockets,

there is no phone to use. Still there is no way he would capitulate so quickly, first he neds to think what can be used to look on your self. So there are mirrors, phones, clean windows when it's dark outside. That's all that come to his mind making him really anxious if he will able to determine whether there is any chance for him.

What different he could use a flash of idea struck him like a thunder

"Water", of coure water can be used this way. He has never seen even a lake thanks to tardy goverment raping whatever remained from nature, so It wasn't that obvious for him. He heard earlier the running water so it is good idea to get there and finally reveal the secret of his head and body. But how there could be anything like that, why he is in a damn forest? In place he had been living in something even resembling what he see right now would be reserved for rich arses given how rare it became.

Did he got teleported or what, and from where. It's like his memory was cleaned quite a bit so who knows. Right now he had more pressing issues to deal with.

So he started walking towards the sound of water, step after step. At first his body was like an old machine, grunting and crackling with every step. With that little warm up it became swifter and faster. He was amazed with such ease he could move after a while. Now the quiet splashes of water could be heard louder and louder with each passing second. He found himself on a little glade, full of colorful flowers and other mysterious herbs. In the middle there was a tricklet of water dividing area in half. The source of that sound was place were a few stones were blocking the further way creating a small recess where water gathered to the point where it was high enought to pour over rocks with a little splash.

Yet it wasn't this what captivated his eyes. There was a big black wolf quenching it's thirst in that little poll.

" SHIT SHIT SHIT I'm noping out of there." Was rather an obvious reaction given no one is eager to be another meal of big black wolf. Before his was able to put his thougts into an action beast raised it's head and instantly make a quick rush into woods as if he was chased by a ghost. That dumbfounded him totally. He should be the one escaping instead of predator who posses fangs longer than his finger.

"But maybe, maybe it wasn't some kind of predator, it's possible. They usually are far more agressive I guess, espesially when almost two times as big as me. Yeah It's propably just a weird deer or other typical forest stuff." Althought he acually didn't remeber how deers look like this consolment worked better than expected. Like if something escapes from you there ain't chance it

will come back to bite your ass.

Still he felt a bid more confident after picking up a sizeable branch just in case. Slowly and constantly looking around for any signs of presence he came closer to the pool. He was sure that fear that piece of fur gave him must have made his senses over-saturated, so he felt's danger everywhere. After another batch of doubts if it's good idea to be here, he finally made it to the surface of the water.

Taking a deep breath he looked upon the water and saw himself. A face of a girl with perfect face feaures. Big eyes with gold irises on outer parts, gradually changing to a pure deep violet in the middle. Long dense white hair so shiny as if with their own halo, and on top of that a pair of slender dark blue horns akin to ones goat posses but slender and oval not round in cross-section, almost straight with small curvature on top.

He was nor sure if he would be more relived with cancer instead of of... this.

Despite how good it looked he felt that there was something fundamentally wrong with being in this body. While he couldn't say how he should have been looking he was sure it wasn't that. An addition it looks like, he is a girl, HE IS A GIRL. Is he in some kind of nightmare of yaoi artist. He couldn't say who they are, yet there was sense of dread surrounding this term .First he has to make sure, ignore those horns . The best way to do this would be to take off this whole armor and check, but he don't know how to do it, neither he want to in a place like this.

Still, there is always a way. He was sure that there was something in a place where sun not reaches, but how make sure he is still who he was, at least in that aspect. Well, if he felt something, then he need to feel it more in order to tell what it is. How to do it? Make body fell more.

That's what he did. By starting wiggling frantically he could tell more and more about his body. His fugure was very slender, another thing that didn't match, there was no breast and he had a part he should have had where it should be, at least thats how it seemed.

Okay, so what he had become? His looks resemble more of some kind of one of those mystical creatures, maybe an angel. He knew from somewher they were often depicted like that

, but horns aren't the best fit for that.

"Hey, wouldn't that mean I'm dead" It was very disturbing thought. Like a game over in a game you don't know what is about.

Well, that would also mean he is in sort of haven but why there is no one. It's not like he is a model of morality, he was sure about that, also those horns aren't your typical angel trait.

"There is something really off about all that weird situation, maybe it's just very real dream."

It seems being lost in thoughts is not best working for someone in the middle of unknown forest. Dozen or so pair of deeply red have been closing distance to a clearing since a while. Until a pack of beast appeared on the clearing, he wasn't even aware of their presence. Then every beast grovled in the same low angry tone finally raising his attention.

In instant he froze like a small chicken seeing a giant snake. It seems the wolf was really a wolf and brought some friends with him. He froze in fear, unable to do anything. Wolf's were slowly approching him like a defensless prey, several moved on sides to circle him cutting any means of escape. When he realised there is no way to get away alive something clicked inside him turning his mind into batltle mode. He took the branch he brought beforehand. In the same time one of the wolves sneaking behind junped onto him, or rather tried. Like a flash he picked up his weapon and in spinning motion twisted, striking beast right in face. With a loud crack wolf flew into woods scowling, only to become silent fowever.

Now both sides were glaring at each other not sure what to do, wolfs little more afraid of their prey just stood unsure what to do,

would-be warrior unsure what he have just done, taking a stance his mind promt to him with a skill he never saw and should't in himself. This tie lasted for about minute with each side determined to stand their ground.

Finally one of the predators charged upon him making him ready his weapon, althought in the corner of his brain something was keep telling him

"It's a trap. There is movement behind. This one want to steal your attention. Keep focus."

He decided to listen to it, there is no gain in ignoring it with his own battle skills coming to know how to fall on his ass without any lasting injuries.

It seems it was a right decision. In the last moment before charging beast got to him, it stopped and two which were sneaking behind jumped into air to rip his throat. Before they managed to get him his hips turned alongside arms in a powerful smash, strong enought to throw them back to woods with fatal damage.

Perhaps he used to much force. The branch he chose was thick, but under such force he created in that blow it snapped in two. Rest of pack seeing chance rushed for a kill. The one in front of him have already kicked off ground in a powerful jump to knock him down.

Again time stopped for weaponless warrior. He wanted but couldn't find a way out of this whole mess. Should he just give up and hope this is some fuck up dream not reality. There is no chance for him to win battle agains seven two hundread kilogram in weight motherfuckers.

"Maaan, life sucks so much even in some damn crazed reality... it always sucked."

Giving up is so easy and apropriate in this situation. Nothing can blame him he let himself into this shitstorm like cashier going willfully work on black friday.

So why he fell so bad letting this bitch called life control him. Isn't it better to show your last fuck you to the world, just headbutt this whore right into her tits. With a strong mental " GO FUCK YOUR SELF" to everything in this universe he rocked his head down and with heavy thrust pierce throught coming wolf with his horns. A stream of ectasy floved into him. He enjoyed killing that beast so much it almost scared him, it was so primal and delightful, like he was born to kill. With a mighty head swipe wolf flew few meters away somehow leaving his head wretched in blood and wolf's insides.

Pure savagery of what he did held wolf back again, hovewer this time they regrouped in istant and change tactic. Instead of charging they started aproach their wictim slowly and carefully from all sides in the same time.

Instinct or whatever was in his mind advised him to get on a better position and take initiative. Warrior started to trust to this voice in his head,.He begin to feel it more personal and somehow his own, perhaps he have personality disorder. It was startling to him how slowed down every time he had to decide on something fast, is it world that slows or his thoughts that accelerates. With a scan of surroundings, it was obvious there was only one good place. With a silent prayer to everything what could hear him he kicked off the ground.

Before wolfs were able to realise what's is going on he jumped on one of the beasts and using it as trampoline jumped on nearby tree. This feeling couldn't be desribed. Everything he wanted to do his body would perform in some kind of acrobatic manner, almost as he was only a driver in a great car but in the same time he was aware or everything what he did and there was no way he would try to interfere with this somehow. Similiar to the voice it was more and more inmate for him.

Poor wolf he used wasn't that appreciating of his skill. The moment the boots took off his back a massive blast of energy pressed him into ground breaking his spine. Like a doll with cut strings it sink onto grounf. Pack of the wolves after experiencing this havoc would rather retreat thus save himself from stronger enemy but seeing their prey staying on tree without any sings of will for further fight means it's tired and hoping to take them on time. Unlucky for him this is a heart of pack territory where backing down is equal to risk life of entire new generation hidden nearby.

Warrior was pretty confident of his plan. Most of the animals don't have nerve to stay and watch their prey when they can hunt something else what in such forrest shouldn't be a problem. Now he will have to wait a while on that damn unconfortable branch till they get bored of him. Then he maybe try to cook one of those fallen beast. He don't have a knife but with a bit of luck a sharp piece of his armor will do, if not he will try do something with those thorns which he by the way started feeling more attached to after it saved his life. Fire shouldn't be an issue too. He had idea how to start it without lighter or matches. Like those primal people from very very old times he saw somewhere, maybe on picture since he wasn't existing in those times, he will rub one stick against other. Only he has to be really careful to not get any splinter. It would be shame to hurt such beautiful body he somehow received, he should also do something about those guts on the head...

Loud thump woke him from his thoughts. It seems like wolves didn't gave up so easily and now were charging onto tree jumping as hight as they could moment before impact. For now it looked like it didn't bring any astounding effect, only some some little wound on fur and scratches on wood.

"Hey bitches! Good luck trying to get on tree jumping you tardy doggos. You look very adorable but it would be better for both sides if go back from where you came."

It's not hard to say it wasn't very diplomatic try which was only worsened by his smug grin . A perfent encouragement for bunch of pissed of beasts. One of them managed to get on one of lover branches almost in the same time. Quite a shocker.

Now the tables are turned again with second and third wolf managing to climb throught their self-hurting method on the bottom branches. Still there was a bit of distanse but first climber is getting through it with small leaps. This time warrior wasn't shocked or in despair, instead tired and pissed off.

After going throught emotional rollercoaster thanks to those stubbrorn doggos, he just accepted those animals can do whatever he can think of, also what he don't . Now was the time to decide how he should deal with them. Despite how strong his body was proven to be, trying to kick off a three-meters long beast was a big no to him. Even a thought of being dragged down by those giant jaws filled him with terror.

Using his horns wasn't an option to. Trying to stab someone with ones own head in big no no.

Then he recalled that weird zap he made when he was laying on the ground. Zapping a wolf was a good idea.

"How it was... [Dragon Lighting] I guess. Well, it's better than nothing, althought it would be if it works." A quick glance revealed the wolf number one was really close.

"Dragon Lighting!... Dragon Lighting!... Dragon Lighting!" Nothing happened besides some weird tickling inside, as if a weird power he had could't come out. Of coure shit has to hit the fan in the worst possible situation. Wolf is really close only about one meter from branch he is on.

"Why, why it's not working?!" Does he need to go into a special state of mind, really want it or what?

When he first used it he was really freaked out, maybe that's it. He recalled it, the fear and anxiety he felt then... something in his brain flipped back. Right then beast was just below him. In one swift motion it opened it's jaws to bit intruder as hard as it can. Unfortunately for him Mage was ready with pointed finger.

" [Dragon Lighting] A beautiful dragon-shaped lighting struck wolf in instant sizzling it into a piece of burned meat spreading a smell of burned fur everywhere." Rest of the wolves realised that being straight under him is a not best idea so juping off tree as fast as possible they decided to retreat. There was no chance to win with enemy who can kill you in one move instantly. Together with ones

who weren't able to climb they retreated to their dens where their offsprings hid. With goodbyes is form of another lighting that took one of them they left the clearing. Right now their only chance to surviwe was to get as far as it's possible from this monster.

Mage waited on the tree for another hour before he dared to climb down, or rather confidently jump

off the tree thinking that his body will manage on it's own. Suprisingly this time that secret voice didn't appeared so he landed awkardly, almost falling on his ass. Lack of mysterious voice wasn't the only change. His senses were dulled significantly compared to what he had at his disposal a while ago. Still possibility of making lighting out of nowhere was to tempting to try flip that switch in brain again.

Now he looked upon the battlefield and gore he made. Beast which he killed with horns looked like someone with butcher's knife gutted it whole tummy. Two others zapped by electicity resembled a pile of burnt meat and fur. One wolf was still alive, the one with broken

spine was still alive, trying to move with it's front paws while it's hind legs were lying on the ground, without any power. Beast was clearly in agony, unable to die, in the same time unable to surviwe. This sight made him feel really bad. It's not like he had to carbonize that last escaping wolf, there was no need for that, similarly to this one in front of him. Now he was sure that jumping on that tree from ground no matter how ridiculous it's sounds was easy task with this body, and surely would end up in having one more wolf alive. They wanted to eat him, it's true, but now with cold head he knew that even if all of them attacked him in the same time he would be able to deal with them at ease, so was it his fault he killed so much of them. Hey, they have been trying to kill him, were wery determined to do so in addition... still were they a danger for him, or perhaps he for them.

"Uggh, it's such a pain." he growled unconsciously. No matter how he wanted to convince himself, there was no clear answer, in addition there was that wailing wolf next to him, he had to do something. Really uneasy he grabbed the stone to finish poor animal off. He readied himself, wolf turned it's head toward him. He readied and... stopped. Those eyes, those cursed eyes of a puppy, they were filled fith anger and fury but in the same time when directed at him...

"Shit, I can't. Can you stop , please STOP GLARING AT ME LIKE THAT" the rest of the sentence was more akin to beg than an order. He could close his eyes, still he would know that it's eyes are focused at him. Could he help it somehow, somehow to stop this tortute.

Another voice, differen one from the first one whispered to him one word [Heal]

With another prayer in his mind to whatever voodo magic he's doing he repeated the phraze, and felt a small amount of power coming out of his body. The wounds on wolves body started mending like with touch of magic wand. That giant crack beast had on his back started filling in astounding rate. In moment wolf was already healthy. It looked at mage with a mix of thanks and anger and escaped with great speed into the woods. It was this moment, when he watched wolf running he realized it's the same one he came across after he came here.

A mix of fellings boiled inside hm again. It was the one that should have died, if he killed it first time he saw it then the other six would be still alive. Even if he knew this a moment ago, he doubted this would have ended different way.

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CHARACTER SHEET

Luxin Tenebris

Madness and reason in one body ( a bit edgy though )

alignment Neutral~Evil

Racial Level

Outer Being 7 Lvl

Shade of Elder Gods 10 Lvl

Nyarlathotep 5 Lvl

Job Level

World Champion Lvl 3

Mind of mage

Sorcerer Lvl 15

Arcanist Lvl 5

Chronomancer Lvl 10

Reality Weaver Lvl 5

Spartial Mage Lvl 10

Keeper of Forbidden Knowdle Lvl 5

Ilusionist Lvl 10

Sage Lvl 15

Mind of Warrior

Fighter Lvl 15

Kensai Lvl 5

Spellblade Lvl 10

Blade Dancer Lvl 5

Acrobat Lvl 15

Swashbuckler Lvl 10

Dervish Lvl 10

Flash Lvl 5

Ability Chart

HP|||||||| : IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (71)

MP|||||||| : IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (95)

PHY. ATK||: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (78)

PHY. DEF|| : IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (63)

AGILITY||| : IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (91)

MAG. ATK||: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (105)

MAG. DEF|| : IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (76)

RESIST-||||: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (90)

SPECIAL|||: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (115)