User log:: Attis
Level:: 20
Status:: 76% HP // 82% MP
Ailment:: None
Experience Points:: ???? // ????
Class: Custom [ 'Angelic' ]
Weapon:: Long Blade [ Currently ]
Location:: Temple of Doom Trails
Level:: 20
Status:: 76% HP // 82% MP
Ailment:: None
Experience Points:: ???? // ????
Class: Custom [ 'Angelic' ]
Weapon:: Long Blade [ Currently ]
Location:: Temple of Doom Trails
Julius Altair Obsidian
Trolls out of all things that had to be left for the youth to finish; Julius cringed inwardly before forcing a smile. ”No problem at all!", the battle began once he eyed the monsters matching their proficiency. The Tion was first to crumble [though vicious in it's attacks], under a quick slicing blade it befell. The troll was another story; it accompanied with its hammer was infuriating. Just the way it carried it’s self, the rolls of fat incrusted with stone was sickening. Hefty hammer repeatedly careened haphazardly in a dizzying state. Attis would’ve been crushed if it wasn’t for a dodge-roll, and a quick flick of the wrist. He’d changed to position to which his blade sat in his right hand. Offering some leverage to his return rebuttal, sending a wave of dust into his opposers eye. An elegant uppercut danced, dust his cover, enemies hammer nil. Snowy wings shot forth in an instant, the troll bewildered in its demise grabbed with earnest. This shook the youth’s disposition as large fingers aimed to enslave, wide palms sought to crush and knock. Alright, enough was enough, Julius and his peeved dance partner couldn’t go on forever. He ended the battle with a stab, running into the clasping palms and jutting thru the heart. Winded, the youth swallowed hard, his throat dry, and attire miffed. Dusting his self off, he sighed. "Well, glad thats that-" Turning to his acquaintance , the angelic shrugged, was he the presumed Archer?
