[center][h1]Aster[/h1]
Health: 1,000/1000
Mana: 100/200
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As she completed her three strikes on the second wolf, Aster felt almost as though she'd just breathed a lungful of cold, clean air. Her rage of battle had subsided, and she was left with a light sweat, and a euphoric excess of energy. Energy that needed an outlet.

Despite the urge within her that begged that she unleash it through another triple-attack, the fact that the wolf seemed to be in such rough shape, accompanied by her depleted mana, made her more cautious than the stirring within her wanted to be. Even so, when she released the growing sensation, her attack was by no means casual. Her sword swept out in a lunging back-slash, arm extending naturally to gain maximum range, and thus more momentum. With a surprisingly graceful spin, she slashed the gleaming blade along the flank of the wolf, all the way to its upper shoulder, opening a sparkling red rift, streaming little pixels of light.

Once again, as she delivered the strike, she felt her lungs emptying in a ferocious roar of exultance in the destruction she had wrought. This... This was living.


Summary: Aster hits the wolf one time, yells about it, feels frickin' great.