Sebastian sighed as he reached the top of the tower, he was breathing heavily as the opponent at the top had a hundred times the fight in him than the bandits. As he began to climb back down he began to think over the fact that his body was just sitting there, unconscious as if the soul was sucked out. His parents were very superstitious and would probably be throwing salt around the room or burning sage all over the house. He was glad they had yet to take the nerve gear off but was also a bit reluctant to keep fighting. The fact that he was playing a tank meant that he was to soak up all the damage, though he wasn't all to concerned about dying, as he truly continued on the the knight class know this may happen, but what concerned him was the rest of his party. Though he wasn't with them now he had many friends who he would grind with or would do some dungeon crawling together. If he wasn't good enough there fate was not a good one, he practically had there life in his hands, as they weren't exactly the best players around. He sighed as he kicked open the door to the next tower, at least the murder of mindless npc's would calm him down.