Felix watched as Artos gave it his best effort to take him down. Unfortunately for Artos, but fortunately for Felix, the manaegis proved too resilient to take down with ordinary methods. That's when Artos attempted a different method, controlling water to force it through his visor.

[i]Smart[/i] Felix thought. Had he not faltered from fatigue, Felix might have been in a spot of trouble. Felix was about to retaliate before the water could reach his face, but then Artos fell back, dropping the spell.

Felix stood over the prideful, blue skinned man. With manalysis still active, he examined the man even further. His aura was clear, and flowing like water. It was clear that water attributed magic was the only type he had trained in. And if Felix had to guess, his aura had always been that clear color, even from birth. Most likely passed down through his bloodline, making it easier for him to attune to water magics. 

Felix snapped himself out of his train of thought. He then unattached his helmet from the armor, holding it in his hands briefly before dispersing the helmet into its mana state. It erupted in a brilliant blue blaze briefly, before diapering entirely. Felix wanted to make sure the man could see his face, he thought it would be more sincere. 

"That was a valiant effort on your part. You do indeed possess some inherent skill. Skill that should be put to work. Skill that should be honed in the fiery heat of battle. I have knowledge that groups of evil men are attempting to bring about the end of this world by bringing together artifacts of great power, and the only way to stop them is to get to those artifacts first. I can guarantee you, there will be bloodshed. I can't promise you money for your service, but what I can offer you is a place to live and train, food, and guidance." Felix offered as he extended his hand to help the man up from the ground. 

"So what'll it be? Do you want to help save the world?"