[b][color=yellow]"Ha, at least you're Adaptable!"[/color][/b] Díno shouted gleefully. [b][color=yellow]"But you wouldn't be the first enemy I fought who wasn't a fool!"[/color][/b]

Díno raised his hands and an icy spear formed in mid-air. If somebody wasn't George they might have a bit of a hard time seeing what George was seeing, but since he'd spent so long making weapons his eyes automatically focused on it. If the spear had been one long icicle, it would've been pretty brittle, but when George peered closer he could see it was made of a long, pure core of ice and thick bands of ice criss-crossing and covering the core. It looked sort of similar to leather strips covering a steel pole, but since it was all ice the function was different.

A strong enough shock would normally create a crack in Díno's ice spear. Another 1 or 2 hits, and the ice spear would shatter. The bands would absorb some of the shock and make it that much harder to shatter. This spear wasn't just for the sake of looking cool, Díno had seen how Molly had dodged his icicles and he'd decided not to waste the mana.

Once the spear had finished forming, he expertly deflected Molly's second thrown spear with a twirl from his spear. George looked closely at Díno's spear yet again, this time at the place he'd struck the other spear. No cracks.

George didn't know how draining Díno's blizzard was, he didn't really know if anyone knew. There had to be something to it, its damage per second was quite low, but that just made it more subtle, and it made it hard to notice its effects. It targeted almost anything in its radius, the only exception was whoever was on Díno's ally list. Even the leaves on the ground were frozen, but George suddenly noticed that not all of them were. There weren't many leaves around so it was hard to notice, but some of them weren't frozen. George didn't have much time to mull it over, Díno was on the attack.

He dashed forward, matching Molly's barrage of strikes with a barrage of his own.

Díno was proficient with almost any weapon. Despite being a mage, if anything he'd doubled down on his weapons training after he had chosen his class. If Molly had thought that Díno's weakness was a long battle, she would've figured out by now that it wasn't that simple. George had seen Díno exhausted only once before, about two years ago.
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[b][color=firebrick]"Guernica... Your name is Guernica."[/color][/b] George said. He shook his head and his mind cleared.

No, this weapon wasn't finished yet. He had a name but his abilities weren't good enough yet...

He'd had a vision. He could feel that it was because of [b][color=firebrick]<<Soul Forging>>[/color][/b] but he didn't know why yet. He'd seen fire, a world of fire, and he saw himself being engulfed by it as a name forced its way out of his mouth. It wasn't an unpleasant experience so to speak, but extremely strange.

[b][color=firebrick]"Nothing I can do about you now..."[/color][/b] He said, setting it off to the side and throwing a black cloth over it. [b][color=firebrick]"Time to go to sleep, I guess."[/color][/b]

He checked his Enlil interface. Almost midnight.

He flicked back to his inventory screen and it showed the image of the Jordas family mansion's courtyard at night. He put his arm inside the image and he was pulled back into the real world. The sounds that greeted him were crickets chirping in the night, the wind rustling through the trees, and Díno striking a wooden training dummy again and again and again.

There were many deep scars and gouges on the dummy, and there were a variety of weapons which Díno had tossed aside. His current weapon was a spear.

Rivers of sweat were pouring down his blonde hair and shirtless body. Each strike was harder and faster than the last, but at a price, his technique was slipping. Not majorly, but every so often a strike would only graze the dummy, or his foot would be out of place. The cause was probably exhaustion, but there was something... more. Díno was always angry, but this time he seemed angrier.

Finally, the wooden dummy broke. The base snapped with Díno's last thrust, and the dummy fell over with a dull thud. Díno was breathing hard, but he didn't let himself fall. Even though it was just exhaustion, Díno wasn't going to allow anyone to make him kneel, not even himself.

Battles of attrition were Díno's forte, because it required good use of tactics, knowledge of your own limits and your endurance, and most important of all; drive. Díno would not let someone defeat him. No matter what it took, he would win.
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