[center][h1]Aster[/h1]
Health: 1,000 
Mana: 200 [/center]

	This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for. Finally, Aster would have the chance to do something to repay the relative strangers who had given her so much. Maybe they didn't see it that way, but she certainly did. With a deep breath, she ran forward to the position she'd been given, sliding her katana free from its sheath without any unnecessary flourishes. This was not the time to show off. This wasn't a game. No, this was the most real that life had ever been. It was with surprise that Aster realized she was smiling, excitement for the confrontation running through her like a drug.

	With an uncharacteristic eagerness, she swept forward like a wave, blade whistling ever so slightly with the speed of her movement. The reminder to conserve mana echoed in the back of her mind, then was shut out, as she raced to meet the enemy. Almost without thinking, she triggered her skill, depleting half of her mana, but allowing her to fly instinctively into a flurry of slashing strikes, three in a row delivered in a fluid motion which was only made possible by the game's combat engine. The attack was called triple strike, and it was felt surprisingly natural.

	As the first of the three strikes was delivered, Aster heard a strange, roaring yell resounding in her ears. As she executed the second, she identified the source as herself. It was something incredibly foreign, yet also somehow seemed to fit the new person she had started to become. As she leaped up to deliver the third and final strike of the combination, she leaned into the new feeling, and yelled harshly while delivering the last strike in a mighty two-handed slash across the nape of the beast's neck. As she touched back onto the ground, she skidded backwards a bit, weapon held naturally in a two-handed defensive stance.