9. Adult Responsibility
CLANG!
A close miss brushed past my shoulder, my block buckling under the pressure as I let go of my previous stance in favor of diverting the blow instead. The metal released a spray of sparks from the clashing blades, Christophe's ax slid off my well timed parry.
My arm rang from the blow, barring the blunt from the brief strike that passed through our blades. The wood had left splinters embedded deep into the skin from where it was being held, clutched too tightly. A lingering part of my brain reprimanded me for forgetting to grab my gloves. Heart beating with a rhythm reminiscent of a humming bird that had skipped a step long enough for panic to spread.
SSSKKKLLINK!
Steel clashed against silver, the last of our tense exchanges ended with the pair of blades generating a bright series of sparks.
Briefly, the trace amounts of superheated molten flecks sent flying lit up the area in which we were standing. A comically oversized steel spear swung against his notably less fantastical blade with a sheen of silver, and beyond the initial contact area I saw a bit more. For a moment my eyes widened to take in the world around me, the young lord's colorful garments contrasting greatly against my own dull tunic.
For a man so gung ho on getting his hands dirty the first time we met, actually getting dirty seemed like an impossibility. It was a load of horseshit.
The sun wasn't even up, but my clothing was still stuck to my skin as if it were the middle of a hot summer's day. I had long since ditched my overcoat and the rest of my usual garb, having learned my lesson from the previous times I'd been dragged out here. The day hadn't even truly begun yet I was constantly sweating from these spars that I'd been taking part of.
Backing off and circling around each other, both of us took a break to catch a breath. Our resident lord was taking in heaving breaths of his own, probably in a worse state of sweaty exhaustion than I am. With all of the armor, and regalia that he insisted on wearing during these spars did more to weigh him down than provide adequate protection.
I think I would've preferred a fight with dulled training blades, at least the pain would be far more manageable in that case. Even with a priest hanging off to the side, the tension in the air remained at an all time high with how blood could be spilled. My mood didn't improve by much whenever my gaze wandered, noticing how others were chatting while exchanging a money pouch gesturing at our fight. The sight of anything else might've helped the anxiety running through my veins. Course if our spars were but merely questions of skill being tested, and not some weird game that his lordship seemed intent on seeing playing out. All of this would be over by now, and I could graciously accept a loss to simply be done with this shit.
Though I will admit not much could remedy my foul mood at this point.
"[Sothis' heaving tits] man, I'm more [soaked] than a monk in [summer]! [Suppose] you might know what that's like more than me [though]," Christophe seems to jest, bringing his rapier down in a lazy swing only to twist the handle and release several pops from his neck. The priest keeping an eye on the two of us from his place a few feet away from the ring flipped the young lord off, bearing witness to the bickering brought a snort out of me. Waving his priestly friend off, "Piss off [Salazar], I've [carried] your lazy ass [enough] times to know I'm right! And you, you need to take things more [seriously damnit]!"
I have no fucking clue what he just said.
Part of me was hoping that my progress would transfer over, but it seemed that I'd officially come across a different dialect. While I do understand the broad strokes, doing the internal mental gymnastics to keep up a conversation was even more of a pain in the ass. From what I could tell, he's a very spirited individual to put it kindly.
Seeing an opening in my distracted state, the duel blurred as my heart sped up. The armored lord suddenly lunged forward, taking a downward swipe at outstretched form with his silver blade. In return I skipped back, keeping my spear from being cleaved in half before bringing it back up to halt any further advance.
"You know how evil [thrives] in this world, I [shouldn't] have to tell you that. Your [princess] said that you were a hero, but all I see is a weak man eager to take the easy way out. So stop [playing around]," The lord paced back and forth just out of reach, from his heightened tone etched into his voice raised from pent up grievances. "And show me the hero that I saw once [before]."
Barely visible in the twilight of today's dawn, the very air that surrounded Christophe's blade seemed to curl, and bending as it carved a path toward me.
A tiny inkling deep in my brain flared awake, my face inadvertently flinched at the change with chill being sent down my spine. Christophe's blade flashed in the air before slamming into the cold hard dirt below, "So stand and fight me like a man-!"
Huh, that's new.
The earth beneath my feet cracked and broke into pieces, the actual epicenter for where his blade made contact with the ground exploded. A thick plume of smoke raised by the strike obscured the lord's form, only to be parted in two as Christophe charged through the cloud of dirt.
"-Or turn tail like a [COWARD]!"
Flames were engraved into the metal, my entire mind focused intently on the blade as it made contact with my forearm cutting up to my shoulder. The wave of heat washed over me, leaving in much the same manner that it had covered my senses. Even though I hadn't taken the first blow head on, my body still shook as I tried to shake off the feeling laden in my bones.
Still better than having an ax lodged in my chest, but I reserve the right to complain about it regardless.
The searing sensation of pain carved a pain up my body, in biting back a scream the wooden shaft to my spear cracked under the pressure. Twirling the wooden shaft held within my grasp helped soothe my growing anxiety, doing well to keep the lord at bay by spear point. Long enough to buy me time to retaliate, just to stall for a second or two.
I am quite shit at all this, but while my inexperience with a blade was incredibly obvious for anyone to see, I was much better at poker. I wonder if that's even a thing over here. . .
Away from any ramblings, my arms dropped the spear in my grasp by a degree or two. My opponent took it as an opening, a sign of exhaustion that would provide the perfect opportunity to keep up the assault. That much was clear as day to me which is why I spun on my heel well before Christophe approached.
Christophe had been caught in the middle of muttering something, wide eyed and shocked to see me moving so quickly. A kernel of understanding of the trap I'd laid as the dawn's first light finally started to fully illuminate this makeshift training space. The small clearing was soon covered in a thin cloud of dust, a brief chill blew any lingering feeling of heat. I could hear one of Christophe's men on the sidelines swear at the sudden change in temperature, the priest shielding his face.
He did try to put up a defense, bracing against the blade in his grip to try and block the flurry of hits. Each strike brought me to a complete stop, sending a deep vibration into my teeth. As fragile as my limbs felt I continued to make sharp turns on my heel, feeling the pain fade as the weight along the spears handle increased on final swing. For a brief and frozen moment, Christophe almost seemed to push back against my onslaught. The silver blade gleaming in dawn's second light held strong, bending as it redirected the force onto his waiting arms-
CLANG!
The sword shattered.
A spiderweb of cracks spread for the point that steel made their final contact with the silver spine of the blade. The steel bit into the side of the metal, tearing off a tiny chip from the tool's edge, a negligible change under other circumstances. So soon after the other hits pushed the blade over its limit, every small piece of damage leading toward its structural integrity becoming vulnerable.
The weapon came apart at the seams, allowing a clean hit from my spear to send Christophe sprawling on the ground. I almost fell over, the nausea brought on by such dizziness being practically overwhelming, planting my spear deep into the dirt to steady myself.
Reminiscent of the destruction left by a storm, the rest of the yard had been covered by a thin cloud of dust and dirt. The object of my assault was left off much worse than the rest, but still bloody than he was dirty, truth be told it confused me. While I was at the center, and untouched because of that, the observer's off to the side weren't so lucky.
"Milord! Milord," White glyphs came alive, tiny runes burned to life and took form as the priest approached his lord's groaning body. Silver almost seemed like a mandatory part of uniform, accented quite nicely by a polished copper in the young lords armor. Never was one much for fashion but, "I would [respectfully] [request] a favor of you."
It's almost shame that I had to break such artistic work to put the fucker down. Then again, if you don't want to ruin nice looking shit then don't bring it to a fight.
Christophe had both borne the brunt and worst of my assault, a deep gash in his shoulder leading down to his torso. Annoyingly, he was still trying to get up, all the while with a wide smile on his face as he tried to wave off his priestly friend from tending to his wounds. Punch drunk that I was, I strongly considered tasing him in the balls. He seemed more drunk off the pain than I was if I were to be fair, "Sure?"
I really wished that I'd spent more time learning the language, probably could've told the man to fuck off already by now otherwise. As great of a help as the man and his regiment had been to rescue me from a bunch of magical humans crossbred with xenomorphs, he was starting to get on my nerves.
"[Assuming] you are able," Salavar tsked to himself, taking in a moment's breath to cast the spell required to halt his lord's wounds from bleeding. Having fully gathered the larger man onto his shoulders to drag him away from this veritable fighting pit. As he passed me on their way back to town the priest gave me an apologetic nod, elbowing his boss to mutter out something unintelligible. My skin felt taut and oh so raw after he cast the same spell on me before he left, "Stop [digging] a [deeper] hole for [yourself]."
I tried to return the nod, hoping that my face didn't show too much of my irritation. Oh how I wished that I wasn't born with a resting bitch face.
As much as I may have wished to make my irritation known, the steel spear resting in my grip wasn't the best tool for the task for something so benign. I would definitely feel the bruise in the morning, that is all it would be, and while annoying the transgression wasn't worth a death sentence. Just reminded me of how much I didn't belong, that these people were soldiers while I clearly wasn't. The medieval variant of whatever they would happen to be back home, trained in a sense that I lacked to make fighting people here go from 'tortuous' to 'manageable'. Farm work notwithstanding, I'm not sure it really counts.
Needless to say, I was in a fucking MOOD.
If I get dragged out of my tent for another training session before dawn I might just kill a man, I am not a morning person. God willing I will make that asshole out of being a morning person one mortal injury at a time. . . He'll be fine in a few hours.
My health could've done better with a three tap your out rule, pretty sure that's how actually fencing works. Now I need a vulnerary, and breakfast, and coffee. Caffeine sounds good right about now.
"Gooooooood god," A series of light pops rang out from my back as I stretched under the morning sun, releasing a virgin yawn. Cracking my neck I tore the spear out of the ground, setting my sights on a two story building ahead of me. Idling recalling that I was sharing a room at the inn we were staying at, and the certain chatty merchant that I was sharing it with. I released an exhausted whine bordering on sounding pathetic if anyone happened to be close enough to hear, "Fuuuuuuuuck me."
Though, I seriously doubt that I'll be getting my hands on half decent alcohol any time soon. Hmm. I'll take a nap, a midmorning nap sounds good right about now.
. . .
Would it be worth it to drink rubbing alcohol?
I still have some left over and no, I will not answer any question as to why I keep it in a glass bottle next to some styrofoam and my lighter. It's something that I've been saving for a rainy day.
Such thoughts made me chuckle to myself, while there were plenty of reasons to take a nap before my bad habits made me take a dirt one. Sleep was quite unattainable in my current condition, not to say that falling into a deep slumber was impossible. . . Merely a hard sell with my mind wide awake and so very delirious.
Too late in the day to get any actual shut eye in, instead that just left me in the sorry state of going in and out of consciousness for brief periods of time. Can't say I was happy about it, the headache that I had from so many continuous days of mild bullshit had finally managed to pile up. The bird's chirping outside felt like they were ringing from inside of my own skull, and considering I hadn't even had a drop of drink to warrant that.
Needless to say, that pissed me off.
My face planted into the middle of this bed seemed to make up for it, at least partly. A blurry haze of a nap was better than nothing in my mind, really made me miss the coffee maker back in the dorms. Fuck, at this point I'd settle for a shitty desert drink from Starbucks, I could use the sugar injection anyhow.
I really wished that I could turn my magic off, there ought to be a book on the subject. Some sort of meditative technique so people didn't go insane from constantly receiving these god awful pings.
The sound of bird chirping rang in my ear, forcing an involuntary wince to cross my features. Had it not been for the pillow over my face, my scowling visage probably would've been visible from miles away. While I was pretty sure that my headache was purely sleep related the extra noise didn't help one bit, "Fuuuuuucking horny ass birds, shut up already. . ."
Getting some rest should've been enough to decompress, but I was more than just aching in all the muscle-y places. My brain was jetlagged, everything that I'd been up to for the past few months had finally caught up with me. I've killed people.
A lot of people.
Admittedly, many of them were weirdos with shape shifting and acid for blood but that doesn't make wanton disregard for life all that much better. It really didn't, and while part of me was pissed at Christophe for dragging me out so early every day it was better than the alternative. Being busy or too tired to think was far more preferable than being stuck with my own thoughts bouncing around inside of my brain.
A dry chuckle trickled out of my throat, a hint of mania hinting at more energy than I once thought that I had available. That was what worried me, made me try to bury my face into the fabric and drown out the world around me. Instead focusing on my heartbeat and blotting out the outside world seemed to help, had been working so far until today. My exhausted state wasn't as all encompassing as I would've preferred.
It was my own damn fault, this whole mess had gotten so out of hand so quickly. There was no avoiding the more insidious parts of my mind that was trying to downplay, or simply justify the damage I'd done. I didn't feel bad about it, there had barely been any hesitation as every fight and wound I acquired made everything blur together.
My memories were beyond hazy, once I ran out of medication they stopped feeling like they were organized. The last of my stash ran out like a month ago, and I was not taking any combination of the two at the same time. Regardless of how detached that I felt, and reckless I'd become, I wasn't that stupid. I wondered if I would've gotten a pin for this, probably also to check exactly how long I've been here.
Sobriety sucks so much ass.
The additional bad news to that meant that I could no longer use narcotics to avoid the reality, but I also couldn't afford to freak out right now. Maybe if I didn't have magical power constantly buzzing through my veins I would act out the motions of a venting session. Breaking a chair or something seemed quite tempting right about now.
Regardless, even if I was physically tired, I was still restless in the metaphysical sense. While I was no pyromaniac, I had been nursing the desire to release the pressure that my magic had been under. Keeping a lid on that was equally important, and headache inducing of a task. I'd made very little headway in terms of magical understanding, I'd been too busy fighting for my life while high as a kite. But things are different now, even if I felt worse off.
Pushing the pillow off of my face that I had been bemoaning my fate into, I flipping over onto my back. Gazing at the wood paneling that made up the inn's third and final floor, the day's heat and my internal magic both buzzing in harmony. Pulling in air through my nose, the noise of air brushing past sapping my overactive thoughts into something more manageable.
Sulking was not a good look, being found in this state would've positively ruined my street cred. Which is why I definitely, almost, nearly, maybe jumped out of my own skin when a magical thing brushed past my senses.
You'd think I would've gotten used to having a 7th sense by now, or at least gotten a firm grip over my own magic. Without knowing what you're looking for, having absolutely no connection to magic in any form, and suddenly being flash-banged by it was a jarring change of pace. Nothing could fully compare to the sensation, the best guess that I could come up with was some unnatural sensitivity to electromagnetic forces. While I appreciated my abilities growing in strength, and as useful as it had proved in taking lives. . . it was starting to become quite disorienting.
I recognized the feeling a moment later, simultaneously spitting out a mental slur the moment before I heard the distinct pitter patter of light footsteps. Rapid yet light thumps follow shortly after, brief but distinct scratches scrapped against the wooden floorboard. Ever increasing in volume as they approached the room I occupied.
My heart rate plummeted at the realization, I sucked in a relieved breath even as my own guilt rose. The bubbles of magical power that I'd manifested on a whim sizzled within my grasp, my hold on the budding spell fizzled out and died. Despite the weight of all that I'd done, I put on a brave face for my visitors with the hope that it'd be convincing enough.
They shouldn't have to worry themselves over someone like me.
Light giggling ran down the length of the hall, where a young girl's voice could be heard calling out to the others that seemed not too far behind her. Small run down shoes appeared under the door, the metallic clicking as she briefly fiddled with the doorknob before stumbling inside. A mane of platinum blonde hair flashed into view, rushing into the room to attempt an escape from her pursuers. The form of a small furry animal yipped as it slid past the opening, tripping over itself in an effort to turn around.
Her struggle brought a genuine smile to my face, a small grin that otherwise seemed out of place. It had, for a moment, seemed to replace my normal resting bitch face for the duration that my presence went unnoticed.
The three fat puppies shoved their bodies through the space before the girl could close the door firmly on them. A brief struggle commenced with the three pups stacked onto and beside each to push back against the door getting slammed on their faces. In between pleading "no's" and uncontrollable giggling that spilled forth once they threw their little selves against the young girl's body.
"hahha-ACK!-ehhehe"
Falling to the floor, giggling became nearly indistinguishable from her childish shrieks as the puppies attempted to climb all over her. A single arm was held straight up in the air, holding a lone piece of fried meat between her fingers. That seemed to be the target of their desire, clambering over her body in an effort to attain the succulent treat.
One of the pups, a girl the calmest amongst her three siblings, focused the majority of her efforts on licking the face of her human playmate. Shrieking in delight, the other two pups followed the piece of meat religiously as the girl made sure to keep it out of reach. Her other hand tried to keep the animals at bay, while at the same time tilting her head back to avoid drool all over her face. When her violet eyes finally snapped open, I ended up sitting right at the center of her field of vision.
'Hello little one.'
Such were the words that I wanted to speak, perhaps had I been more literate I would've made a harmless joke at her expense. That train of thought was promptly cut off before it could wander. Considering that she had her hands full at the moment, I made the executive decision to move closer in order to lend a helping hand. My hands plucking the warm treat from her fingers, while the girl had spent these few seconds stunned on the floor watching me do so. Awkwardly maintaining her sight on my retracting form, seemingly jerking back to life when our skin came into contact. "Edi, are you well?"
The girl held a queer look, quickly shifting her focus to lift the remaining pup interested in licking her face off of her body. Crouched down to meet her at eye level she nodded in my direction, her eyes on the floor as she brushed herself off to stand up.
"You ate, yet?" Talking was rough on my throat, forcing out a more clipped tone as I addressed the young girl. The puppies had made significant progress toward getting their reward before I intervened, making tiny hops hoping to get the meat now that I had it in hand. A hint of my former power spun back to life, the light whining and begging from the puppies swiftly came to a stop. Sensing a change as the very air in my vocal cords buzzed with energy, "Sit."
As the magic cut through the air, and even though she wasn't the target the white hair girl briefly trembled from mere proximity. The troublesome trio standing at attention at the base of my feet raced to complete the command. The other female pup of the three shook head from toe before succumbing like his sisters.
Snapping off equally sized little chunks of bacon, I hand fed the juvenile wolf pups. Lending the first two for my young ward to help me with rewarding them for listening to commands, reinforcement is important. The elder female pup was my concern. A stubborn little shit, but still obedient with a hint of sass too boot. So much like Lucy that it hurt to look, 'You once had a similarly tanned coat too, didn't you?'
I added a lingering scratch at the base of her ears once she had been fed, the unnamed puppy attempted to nibble my fingers as the magic wore off. Looking over at the girl opposite me, having her hands full placating pups begging for more.
I'd not used this particular ability often, before there was no need to infuse my body with magic. Considering most fights had been on my own, any more versatile and niche uses for magic was seen as a needless risk to take. Especially when a bolt of lightning had tried and true results, but taming and training wolves required a different approach.
"I [thought] that you were going to eat with us this [morning], there was [something] that I- well- We [wanted] to show you. . ." 'Edi's' concerns spiraled down to a barely intelligible whisper, burying her face in the fluff of the runt of the wolf pup litter. The little guy just seemed to give up upon realizing that he was trapped, releasing a low and short growl before a huff.
Her hair had been tied back into an intricate braided ponytail, the structure kept together by a single red ribbon embedded into her hair. Though most of the hair atop her head was directly being obstructed by the baseball hat that I'd given her, a light brown cap that 'ruined' the outfit that she usually wore. But, perfect for slotting her ponytail through.
I remember Anna being incredibly exasperated once I had given her my old baseball that I had kept from home. At least, that was what Anna seemed to think about it. She wasn't much more pleased to learn about me lending my hoodie to 'Bern' when the night's here had gotten too cold for her to bear. She did look like a cute lil burrito in my defense, saved me for a bit of Anna's wrath.
Their outfits weren't all too different from each other either, tunics that ended before even covering the shoulder and skirts that reached their knees. The one in front of me had light smudges of dirt stuck in random sections of cloth. Work boots adorned their feet, a tad oversized with a clear indication that such things had not been meant for them to wear so early in life.
Clothing that fit right in with summer, which only really served to remind me that I didn't know the time of year I was living in too. Things had been getting warmer though, so I assumed it was somewhere in between summer and spring.
Edi ended up looking not all too different from that of a little Santa Claus ironically enough, and her sister 'Burni' wore a similar get up but in shades of green. A twist of fate that greatly amused me. The same sort of bow tying together her sister's hair was wrapped around Burni's neck. Leftover cloth had been tied up in the shape of a flower.
Anna must have thought it funny, or simply a cute thing to do for the sake of the girls. In all my years, I'd never quite figured out what the obsession with dressing up children came from with women. Must've been a small mercy that she wasn't hell bent on treating the twins like a pageant mom would.
Both girls shared many traits, one shyer and far more formal than her older sibling. Yet the older girl was still more confident, and just as paranoid as she was curious. Both had become enamored with the puppies, but only the elder would go so far as to chase them around without I or Anna to supervise.
Not that I really needed to, they were harmless at this stage.
They had long since learned how to nibble, and not bite or scratch so fiercely. My fingers were quite appreciative of the improvement, taking with it times of Anna's chagrin amusement. I considered not having to pay for medical attention a worthwhile trade.
"You can now," My reply was the only thing to pierce the silence between, the dead air absent of ambient mana had slowly returned to normal. The sound of a soft rang out through the room as her head snapped up to look at me, a myriad of feelings seemed to flash across her face as she digested that piece of information. Rubbing the puppy in her grip one final time she released the poor boy back onto the floor, and held out her hand for me to take.
"Okay."
"Follow," The air buzzed, my tongue taking on a tv static level of numbness as I issued the pups a new command. Attention was brought back to the task at hand, too bustling with energy to continue stretching, yawning or scratching themselves and instead ran out the door. Light scratches of their nails rang out through the hall, 'I really should file those things down before one of the girls gets hurt.'
Edi gave me a 'really' stare as I closed the door behind us, taking her much smaller hand in my own. Cracking my neck, I returned her look with a smirk of my own and allowed her to lead me downstairs where the others were bound to be waiting for us.
Summary Note:
things got busy, thas my only excuse for why this is late
I do have an idea for what to name the pups, it's more of a placeholder idea(I'm open to suggestions), but that's because I'm a lazy guy when it comes to naming shit.
Dire Wolf pups; 2 girls, 1 guy that are a few months old. Currently all of them have varying levels of a tan coat with trace amounts of gray and black fur. All with them look to be around a few months old, and around 10 to 15 pounds in terms of weight. The guy is the runt of the litter, while the oldest girl is the most stubborn when it comes to training.
I'm trying out a whole bunch of new shit with this chapter, internal comments or thought like dialogue is going to be treated as if it were being spoken aloud. Mainly I'm trying to see if I like how it feels to write, and for you guys to feel. I have a sorta solution for alternate languages being spoken, got the idea from a MLP story ironically enough. Italics with signify a different language, bold a drastic change in a character's speech (probably the only I'm treating the most fast and loose like), and brackets will serve to show that this particular person does not understand what is being said without giving the reader a headache.
As always I'd appreciate your feedback on how those changes feel when read by someone else, I just need a second opinion to know if any of this is connecting. Anything else I haven't mentioned here is something I forgur to comment on or is on a 'need to know' basis. (plot setup etc)
Adolf Present Time (Before class bonuses etc)
Lv [14]
HP: 34 (40%)
Mv: 5
Str: 16 (35%)
Lck: 15 (50%)
Mag: 23 (65%)
Def: 13 (30%)
Dex: 13 (35%)
Res: 15 (50%)
Spd: 20 (55%)
Cha: 9 (10%)
Personal Ability: Conscript - Grants Str/Res +4 whilst wielding a mundane weapon, and Mag/Def +4 whilst wielding a magical weapon. (Note: Doesn't activate if wielding a broken blade or depleted tome. Like using a Levin Sword would count as magical even if the damage calculation used strength to then convert to magical damage, the condition has to be met for the bonus to be applied.)
Class Ability 1: Attunement - Increase the max uses of all spells by +20%. (Replacing Fire)
Class Ability 2: [Mastery required] Fiendish Blow - If unit initiates combat, grants Mag+6 during combat. (30/30)
Class Ability 3: [Mastery required]
Ability 1: HP +5
Ability 2: Black Magic Prowess, Lv 2
Ability 3: Knife Prowess, Lv 2
Ability 4: Defense +2
Ability 5: Reposition
Christophe: Lord LV 15
HP: 37 (50+5%) | Mv: 5
Str: 18 (55+5%) | Lck: 12 (10%)
Mag: 4 (15%) | Def: 10 (40+5%)
Dex: 11 (35%) | Res: 7 (20+5%)
Spd: 11 (30%) | Cha: 11 (65+10%)
Personal: Hero Complex - Unit's counterattacks, and follow up attacks are granted +5 Atk when a foe initiates combat.
Acquired abilities: HP +5, Strength +2, Shove, Resistance +2, Subdue, (Charm),
Anna: Thief LV 11
HP: 31 (35+5%) | Mv: 5
Str: 11 (35%) | Lck: 15 (45+10%)
Mag: 11 (35%) | Def: 10 (30%)
Dex: 12 (45+10%) | Res: 14 (40%)
Spd: 16 (55+5%) | Cha: 13 (50%)
Personal: Observant Opportunist - Grants the unit +10 Hit when the unit initiates combat, and +10 Avoid when combat is initiated against this unit.
Acquired abilities: HP +5, Magic +2, Draw Back, Steal, Locktouch.
Thought people might've been curious, as always these are hard rules that I play by for this story. More so a guideline for when I write fights.
