[h1][center][color=aba000]ACION[/color][/center][/h1]
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Acion returned Lysander's offer for a handshake. And he did so with a tight grip. The redhead surely gave the Seraphim-like white haired man an aura of confidence, an aura that he thought he was strongest of all. Whether this was true or not, Acion nevertheless liked that attitude, although his poses and him puffing his chest were a little unnecessary and nontraditional. He could almost say for sure he had a heart of a warrior. May he had one of a hero as well.

[color=aba000]"A pleasure. Acion, the son of heroes and the grandson of the gods, do greet you. May you prove to be a great ally and a strong adversary."[/color]

Now that he had taken up interest in a certain boy with a gas mask that covered most of his faces, Acion then turned to what some of his classmates were doing: Analysing the terrain. It was indeed extraordinary and challenging for a winged character like him. And then the words of L Guardian whispered to him, like a sacred guide: Stick to your strength. 

[color=aba000]'My strength...'[/color]

His strength, his sword, his shield: His wings. These six awkwardly bulky yet beautiful wings. It granted him speed and the ability to perform a handful of combat maneuvers, as well as a number of attack and defend techniques. So his best bet would be a vast open sky, but he knew clearly this wasn't it. This wouldn't be his staging ground, with too many obstacles so that he could use his speed effectively, and the building framework restricted his flight capability. Acion loved to take up the challenge of a claustrophobic flight, but here it's a test, so he would have to restrain himself from doing such things. 

[color=aba000]'Let my heart guide me, and my will protect me.'[/color][hr]
[@Experiment 249]