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A Hero Tale {Complete}

~ Chapter 79 ~

_{A Thief's Ki}

Sera's skin began to discolor, turning bluer and bluer, until it was light blue, and has a crystal sheen to it. It was similar to Ross' darker skin, in a way. He stood resolute, and rose his hand, pointing towards Jenso. "Try that again," He taunted.

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Sera darted his head towards Jenso, but stood his ground. The white fireball struck his arm, burning it from his shoulder to his elbow, but he didn't let go of Jeff's gauntlet. His slash followed through, as an explosive noise sounded from between him and Jeff. As the chaos cleared, he was standing next to Jeff with his left arm extended outwards, as if he'd just sliced through his target. But his energy blade was gone, and only a yellowish aura remained. He looked at himself and then to Jeff, but didn't say a word. He felt it, and knew that his arcane network was briefly sealed off from his magical prowess. But with Jeff so close, he was also affected by the blast. Sera took advantage, and immediately stepped into Jeff' striking him with a surprisingly quick left hook, directly into his Jaw, before releasing his gauntlet chain and jumping back several yards.

"You'd sacrifice your own arcane abilities to stop mine. A clever invention, beyond what I'd expected of you. But with your wind manipulation sealed, I am far superior to you," Sera claimed, turning to Jenso, "And you.. That white fireball.." Sera paused and rubbed his burnt arm. The wound seemed to be healing slowly, but wasn't disappearing. "Arki manipulation, just like your friend. But, unstable, and chaotic. That power is undeniably superior to my own, but can you sustain it?" Sera smiled and clicked a button on his armor. Suddenly his Ki became far more dominant. His muscles rippled and he grew about an inch in height.

"Seal my magic all you want"

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~ End Of Chapter 78 ~

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Jenso's flame wave shot out in all directions, but as the smoke cleared, Sera was unharmed, blocked by a small barrier that protected his body. He stood up, re-summoned his blades, and deflected Jeff's gauntlet with a single swing, causing it to fly farther behind him as Sera ran forward. But before reach Jeff, he dispelled his right blade, and grabbed the gauntlet's chain, pulling Jeff forward and slashed vertically with a great deal of might.

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Sera completely cancelled out Jenso's flame wave with a force wave of his own, sweeping his right foot across the ground and then flipping through the air, and between Jeff's wind blades, acrobatically, before landing on both of his feet. Something was different about him now. He wasn't flying like before. Without hesitation, he dashed towards Jeff and summoned a pair of force blades around his arms, they glowed with a pale yellow light. Sera jumped and spun in midair, using the momentum from his body's twist to increased the power behind his swing, aiming to cut Jeff clean in half.

Petrichor

Ki'Tann

5 feet 8 inches / 145 lbs

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NAME

Ki'Tann

RACE

Felinia - Felis Catus (Common Tabby)

AGE

29

CLASS

Spell-Sword

{Self Taught Alteration magic}
-Invisibility spells strong enough to conceal objects, but too weak to hide large bodies, including humans. Making a goblin invisible though? Sounds like fun.
-Close range hallucination spells, capable of completely shattering the weak-minded. If you let him get both of his paws on your temples for more than a second, it's lights out.

{Scholar-Taught Elementalism}
-Control over the elements to varying degrees. Though, to conserve massive amounts of energy, Ki'Tann strays away from fire-slinging and rock-launching, preferring to use his elemental magic to enchant his weapons, hence his title of spell sword. He can imbue materials with low cost enchantments. This of course, isn't limited to weapons.

EQUIPMENT

-A lightweight long-sword made of tempered Steel, lengthier than the average blade. Completely impractical in the hands of somebody with no training using large weapons. Ki'Tann prides himself on the agility he's achieved with nearly 6 feet of steel.
-A crossbow, as well as a rather generous supply of bolts. One handed, accurate, deadly.

BACKSTORY

^{"Life for common-bred Felina bodes horridly outside of the free states. Entitled humies mock my kin for the patterns upon our fur without regret. Far be it from me to claim any high ground, but know that my actions are at the fault of every last wretch who saw it necessary to pull on the tails of my brothers and sisters"} ~ _{Ki'Tann, to the lecherous fools who question his actions}

Common Felina who've served under merciless humie boots are granted a freedom from morality, and with such a freedom, a license to lie, steal, and murder without remorse. That is how Ki'Tann thinks, shaping his morals in the wake of those who see themselves as more entitled than his kin. Ki'Tann, or Kit as he prefers, lives his life between bouts of melancholy and vicious threats, desperately gripping to what little identity he has left whilst dodging arrows flung with Rancor at his treacherous striped hide. He has been labeled as a thief, a murderer, and much worse by those who have escaped his wrath, or the lucky few who continue to draw breath after paying for his services. Needless to say, he is not a very nice person.

From the day he was born into a litter of 6, Ki'Tann knew no mercy. He and his siblings were sold into slavery as kits, raised to obey and serve at the boots of humans. Felina Kits were affordable, impressionable, and in great number, after all. Why not use them for something? It wouldn't have been so bad, if Ki'Tann's owners weren't colder than a fatal winter. As he grew into his role as a house servant, as did his resentment for all humankind. The stories he was fed to shatter his spirit only stoked a flame in his soul, a burning hatred for his captors and the entitled Felina who saw his sub-species as less-than-worthy. For every mark that his owners carved into his tail, he carved a notch in the base of their broomstick. By the time that he'd covered his instrument of cleanliness in scratches, Ki'Tann had decided that enough was enough. One night, as his master, his wife, and their two children settled down to sleep, Ki'Tann snuck out of his shack, and clawed his way into their bedrooms. With his aptly sharpened claws, he slit the throats of his would-be family, and fled their land with an empty locket, and a bag of gold, leaving his pain, and his soul to burn along with his victim's corpses on the edge of their farmland.

The years that followed were harsher to him than he'd ever known. After he'd burned through the gold he'd pilfered from his masters, Ki'Tann found it difficult to survive on his own. With so much prejudice aimed at every other race, Ki'Tann found himself pillaging any food or gold that he could from anyone who was stupid enough to leave their belongings unattended. Of course, he spent his time in and out of jail cells, caught countless time by guardsmen as he amateurishly hobbled from food stand to food stand. It was there, where he learned from some of the most despicable fellows you'd ever hear about. Lock picking, swordplay, and even the basics of mana. Slowly, Ki'Tann was learning about everything one needed to live a life of crime without worry.

The time Ki'Tann spent in jail began to dwindle. Guards found themselves in tatters, forced into corners by his uncanny swordsmanship. Men and woman whispered rumors of an evil cat wielding a blade longer than his own tail. His name became infamous among criminals, and at last, he'd found an outlet for his boundless seething rage. But staying in one place proved too dangerous for a single rogue Felina to manage. In time, Ki'Tann realized that he would have to move. And so he did, across the world with little regard for those he plowed through. He took what he wanted. He killed any who stepped in his way. Only in the company of other common bred Felina, would Ki'Tann show kindness and understanding. And that's how it went for as long as he can remember.

The Ragged Blades (Low Fantasy, Rated R)

Gaius

~Name~
Gaius Visarch

~Age~
36

~Gender~
Male

~Appearance~
Height
7'2''
Weight
275 Lbs

Gaius

~Personality~
Gaius is well spoken, eloquent, and personable, as all with an esteemed background should be. Ever since he was a child, Gaius has been exposed to the mannerisms of a royal, from table manners to ballroom etiquette. Even so, he's always been a bit slower than the other folk. Something's always keeping him distracted, whether it be the birds overhead, or his own tendency to fidget when he's bored. He retains his nervous habits like a child refusing to give up his blanket.

When challenged socially, Gaius' focus overpowers his frivolous desires for freedom and adventure, quashing his aloof demeanour and turning him into a ruthless crusher of hopes and dreams. His lexicon, albeit sparse compared to some of his more esteemed family members, is ridden with ill intent, aimed to demoralise those who he considers a threatening presence. When words fail, Gaius has one final habit that seems to completely eliminate his better judgement: Cold blooded murder. Needless to say, he is not a fan of authority.

He does however, retain a strict code of morals, and views himself as righteous, knowing full well that he has weaknesses, despite refusing to acknowledge them, instead repressing his anger whenever he can.

~Equipment~

-=Claymore=-
{Roughly 5 feet of tempered steel, strong enough to cleave through a man's armour with powerful overhead swings}
{if the wielder has the appropriate amount of strength. Gaius' Claymore is plated in copper. It has a brilliant sheen to it. Gaius has an easy time wielding it, almost as if it were a short sword, at times}

Claymore Visual

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-=Chain Mail Hauberk=-
{A strong chain mail Gaius wears underneath his armour, heavy enough to completely disregard weak strikes, even
{when not protected by his plated armour}
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-=Plated Steel Armour=-
{The thickest, heaviest armour Gaius could find. It offers the utmost defensive strength, with minimal weak}
{points, without only a slight reduction in speed, and a noticeable reduction in mobility as a result}

~Strengths~

++Micro Giant++
Gaius is much taller, larger, and stronger than the average man
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++Convincing Blows++
Gaius' tongue is sharp, and under the right circumstances, he excels at a form of aggressive verbal judo
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++Focused Swordplay++
Gaius is apt with his blade, and his blade alone. Large swords, hammers, and heavy weapons in general are the only weapons he can use to any great effect

~Weaknesses~

--Sluggish--
Gaius moves a little slower than the average man due to his increased muscle mass
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--Predictable Rage--
When angered, Gaius loses some of his better qualities, becoming more predictable, easier to trick, and generally less enjoyable to be around
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--Slow Learner--
Gaius is not very bright, and learns differently from others. He would not pick up on things as well as most

~Likes/Dislikes~

<3WeaponsE>
Gaius likes slashing and smashing things. Weapons make that a lot easier!
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<3ZoologyE>
He doesn't understand any of it, but Gaius loves nature. Plants and Animals especially.
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<3Powerful WomenE>
Although he's not exactly a charmer, women have never been much of an obstacle for a 7 foot man with noble roots. Women who bite back are tempestuous adventures in their own right.
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</3ArroganceE\>
Gaius is very modest despite his upbringing and size, and absolutely despises it when people are full of themselves, especially if they pair it with talking down to people.
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</3Pointless ViolenceE\>
Despite his temper, Gaius always stands out for the righteous little people. That being said, he's not proud of his tendency to crush without remorse.
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</3GoldE\>
He's seen it everywhere since he was a boy. Golden plated armour, weapons, jewellery, or even the currency itself can put him in a sour mood, occasionally.

~History~
Born into wealth and renown is not the best way for a slow child to start out. Gaius' family, The Visarch house, are known for their political influence and particularly high standards for moral composure. Gaius never partook in any of it, even though the morals of his parents were forced him him bluntly until he turned 14. His posture and stubbornness became indicative that Gaius was meant for more, or rather, less in the world that they cherished so hypocritically.

His teens saw more joy, as Gaius was trained in swordplay. He favoured larger weapons, and excelled in his studies, both with the blade, and pen, due to his improved mood, and very patient teachers. In time, Gaius found himself wanting more, and bid his family farewell, preferring the open road to a life behind draped castle walls.

Travelling the world, Gaius knew many joys and hardships. He came face to face with evil scoundrels that saw their ends at the edge of his sword, and thankful civilians who bathed him in wealth and pleasures for his aid in times of need. Over the years, Gaius saw himself as something of a hero, but never boasted about his feats of heroism, instead sticking to the road, and offering his blade where it was needed, whenever it was needed.

With an unusual affinity for sensing the evil in the hearts of the wicked, Gaius bound himself to do what he thought to be righteous, stubbornly ramming his way through evil doers, headfirst.

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"Hmph, you think too highly of yourself. There are many promising scientists in Tech-Mo, plenty of whom I could likely credit more to the prosper of this city than you- What have you done?" Sera taunted, lifting the work table and launching it at Jeff and Jenso with his force powers. "Nothing but useless weapons, and gizmos with no purpose. That's all you've made."

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"Brilliant," Sera muttered sarcastically, turning his attention to the plate of armour he was holding. Without delay, he cracked it open, and slipped it on, pressing tightly on the rim of its collar until it clicked uncomfortably into place. "Hello again, other boy," Sera mocked, glancing at Jeff briefly.

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The doors swung open, but not off their handles, to reveal the inner sanctum where Sera stood in front of a table, working away at something strange. It looked like a chest-plate, but with wiring and buttons all along its surface. Sera's two white-robed servants stood behind the red doors and slammed them shut as Jenso and Jeff entered the room, standing there briefly before teleporting back over to Sera's side. Sera stopped and smile, rolling his eyes up towards Jenso and Jeff before facing them entirely, while picking the armour up off the table.

"Hello"

A Hero Tale {Complete}

~ Chapter 78 ~

_{Sera's Palace}

Jenso and Jeff made their way into the compound, entering the grand hall, a giant path that had many doors leading to different parts of the compound. There were hundreds of soldiers in high-tech equipment scattered about however, each looked as if they'd been tossed, sliced in half, or dismembered in some other way. At the end of the massive hall, there was a larger door, painted red with bolts lining its edges.