Hriob spent a great deal of time and effort going into the attack, by now managing to use it both to intercept others' attacks in mid-air and to 'ghost' his shots through certain targets and not through others. He could fire a low-level shot in three seconds, and fire one capable of tearing everything in its path asunder on a massive scale in under one minute thirty. He had made full use of his eye's sensitivity, and could aim for a pin-sized target moving at high speed and random direction from seventy yards away without too much difficulty. He could charge multiple metal marbles at the same time and fire them selectively, the remainder hovering above and slightly behind his shoulders until they were released at a target.
Finally exhausted, he leaves the Duelist room, resets it to the standard 'standby' setting, and walks into his room to refresh himself and tidy up.
He still ponders the question of 'Why me' in his head, reflecting on a life of eclectic talents and improvised interests. I can cook, I can fight, I can treat wounds, I can play music, I can wait on customers, I can research, I can negotiate and mediate competing factions, I can read the makeup of a person's very soul, I can travel between entirely different universes without too much fuss, I can call upon the elements that embody the power of a heavy storm, I can exorcise demons from their victims and consume their spirits instead of letting them have their way with me, I can seal away knowledge, memories, and even my own emotions if need be...
And I still don't really know if I can say for sure that I know what it is I'm supposed to do with my life. I might be able to work as a mediator and confidant for the Order and the Dominion, but at the rate things are moving they might unify under one banner thanks in part to my efforts. That isn't really a life's calling, just something I felt I could do and did... Same as this latest technique I came up with today, same with my getting a job here, same with almost anything good I've ever done in my life. I don't have certainty in what I'm supposed to do, I just have good ideas at the time and work on them; I don't know my purpose and place in the infinite number of worlds that exist, I just work where I can and adapt for each role as it enters my life. I'm not a single identity, I'm a collection of everything I can and have done strapped together in one mind, body, and spirit.
I try to be wiser than my age should be, but only have so much success. I try and pick up new skills, and even if I do much better than any true novice I do not truly master them. I industriously meet people and make friends whenever I can, but it was only luck that landed me in what I would say is a family. I don't think I'm in a position to say what my life has in store for me any more than I should say what my real place in it is.
He naps lightly, letting the fatigue soak out of him as he unconsciously mulls these thoughts over in his sleep.