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Fendon Kairn
Student
Werewolf Warrior
Current Spd/Str: 6/6
Current Energy: 300/300

"I doubt you can outdo what's already been done," Fendon growled, not in anger but in anticipation. He backed up, picking up a chunk of leftover debris to use as a weapon and outing himself as a warrior. "Show me what you got, Silverchops."

"I am only what you have made me..."

A group of wilders returned from Andalusia to the city of Triwinds, reveling in their fellow wilder having slain the dark Vampire that had brought strife to the Tower Ul'thran. People began to file out of huts as the cries resounding from the warriors, "GLORY TO SKY TRIBE! GLORY TO ADELLOS!"

Gerdane's position did not change, nor his gaze leave the cub's eyes until his ears picked up the scent of the returning wilders. His gaze turned to the wilders as they ran up to him, his gaze piercing through the nearest one and automatically calling for a response as a wilder quickly responded as he whispered into Gerdane's ear, "Adellos has slain a vampire who was hiding in the Tower Ul'thran."

As Gerdane leaned over to whisper, his gaze sat upon yet another newcomer to Triwinds, an outsider that he did not recognize as two of his own men turned their gaze onto the man as well. One of the wilders, a man with tattered garb, sandals, and spear in hand, mentioned "Isn't...isn't that Cain Von Cairne?" before looking over to Gerdane in a confused way. With but an approving nod of the were-beast's head, the two men were off and running towards Lord Cain as the cub were-beast in front of him picked up a rock to use it as a weapon.

"Tell me why you use that useless thing, Wolf-kin. Do you not use your body itself as a weapon or a weapon of your own? Do you mock the strength of the tribes, and the teacher you now accept?"

As if by response, the were-beast's jaw unhinged as he roared at the cub, teaching him the new technique in a trial by fire within the heat of the desert's sand.

****Techniques being taught****

Howl
E
The chilling howl of the were-beast or roar if you are a boar or what not, causes the opponent to stop for 2 posts. You cannot use this to kill another player or the attack will affect you instead.

((Back in the saddle again~~))

Gerdane bared his fangs, ferociously amused. He swung his right arm behind his back, pulling a long knife from its sheath and throwing it in Fendon's direction. The elder were-beast had faith the boy would catch it - so much faith that he charged into Fendon one step behind the knife's wake. His hatchet was flipped so that its heavy back lead his swings, two, fast and fluid in the same stroke and sure to beat the snot out of the child if he wasn't careful. Just when Fendon would expect the attack to end, the hatchet whipped around to backhand him in the face. "Use all the rage you hold inside, Wolf-kin! Attack like the beast that you are! No hiding from the truth now; show me the savage!"

SKILL TEACHING:

Hack
E
A simple hack, the Warrior puts more power behind it than an ordinary swing.

Double slash
E
The Warrior does two slashes consecutively so fast it's almost as if they were at the same time.

Offensive stance
E
The warrior takes on a stance of offense, leaving behind defense. This makes all attacks on the warrior one rank higher, but grants them +2 to speed.

Gerdane's teeth glistened through his toothy grin. His own monstrous hands grappled with Fendon as the boy sought to push him over. His rage did make him stronger, and that boon caused Gerdane's feet to slide over the stones as he lost his ground but not his footing. With a grunt, the Were-Jackal pivoted on his hips and swung Fendon around to his side. The boy's momentum carried him away from Gerdane as he flexed both his arms behind his back. Blood streamed from a knife wound in the were-Jackal's shoulder. He wasn't as unscathed as he though. "Good, Wolf-kin! You are ready. Ready to eat the stones! Here is your test!"

((For this, use the new roll rules listed for Devastation:
The warrior slams their fist into the ground, causing a shockwave that can knock the enemy off their feet. When this skill is used, roll a d20. If 1-5 or 16-20 is rolled, the opponent remains on their feet, but still suffers ranked damage. If 6-15 is rolled, the opponent suffers damage and is knocked down for 1 post. Devastation has a 3 post cooldown.))

Gerdane dropped to a knee as his right arm swept over his head and punched squarely into the ground beneath him. The result was unexpected, and as the shockwave of force billowed out from the devastation Gerdane roared over it, "STRIKE ME AGAIN! IF YOU CAN!"

((Woohoo! What an awesome roll! 3nodding ))



As Fendon bore down on Gerdane with all of his unbridled wrath, the Were-Jackal could not help but laugh in joy. He had been wise to school the boy. Gerdane's Protege was everything he hoped the youth would be. Rage. Anger. Fury. Strength. Fendon was a reflection of Gerdane in so many ways. That made this fight all the more satisfying. It made discovering this prodigy all the more fulfilling.

The fang-scarred face of Gerdane twisted in a triumphant snarl as Fendon's -Gerdane's- knife sliced at him with rabid speed. His veins bulged beneath the leathery sand blasted skin of his arms and neck, and the warrior made no attempts to dodge the blows. In fact, he rocked slightly backwards on the balls of his feet, twisting his back foot to brace against the ground as his bowed leg leaned into Fendon's charge at the knee. The Were-Jackal swept his forearms before his chest as Fendon's strikes hit home. They glanced off his mentor's skin as Gerdane angled his bracers to meet the blade at its flat. "Your blood is fire; your breath is a storm! You are worthy, Fendon of Wormwood!" Yet these words came in the same moment as one fist darted around Fendon's knife and nailed him on the temple. "But you are defeated," was the quiet comment that followed, as Gerdane pushed off his back leg to catch Fendon mid-fall.

The guards that came with him from their escort of the Legion Men watched with their spears leaned against their shoulders. "Glory to Blackmane," they each echoed one another, "Glory to you, Gerdane." "Quiet. He's a pup. There's no glory in that." Gerdane growled back to them. They nodded in silence, but that was broken by a curious look on Gerdane's face. His nose twitched; he turned and smelled the unconscious Fendon in his arms, then turned his nose back up to the sky. "What is it, Gerdane?" One of the guards inquired as the Were-Jackal rose to his feet. He appeared startled. "I smell... sickness. Sickness like what was here, but it stinks from the West. We must return to Andalusia. Something is--"

Then they all heard it. Faint across such a great distance, but still unmistakable to their native ears. A horn called from Andalusia. They did not need to say what it meant . They all knew. There was no spear rattling; no war cries. They ran into the tyrannical night of Triwinds, towards the strange perimeter of muted light beyond the town's borders; towards the sunrise beyond. Fendon swung limp across Gerdane's shoulder, as all raced with the thundering drums of their hearts to return home.


[EXIT - Dunes of The Desert]

SKILLS USED:

Defensive Stance 
C 
The Warrior takes an unyielding stance and cannot be knocked back by anything below a B ranked attack. Additionally, this allows the Warrior to a temporary -2 penalty to Strength and Speed for the duration of the stance in absorb up to D rank attacks every post. At Master, the amount of damage the Warrior can absorb increases to C rank. They cannot attack in this state. Defensive stance can last for up to 5 posts, and has a 6 post cool down. It cannot be used at the same time as Offensive Stance.

Slap
C
The user hits the enemy with the flat of the blade. The user must make a d20 roll, and if they roll a 19 or 20, the attack is considered an instant knockout. As the Warrior has to extend their reach further to strike a target with the width of their blade as opposed to the edge, if they roll a 1 on their dice roll the Warrior oversteps and is off balanced for the next post, taking a -1 to speed to dodge any attacks in the next round of posts.


Energy = 740 / 1000