[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/SW0k2Wd.jpg?1[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LjZjYjc2ZC5VR0Z5WVd4NWVtVSwuMAA,/vtks-krueza.regular.png [/img] [sub][color=228B22]Interacting with[/color]: none [/sub] [b][u]Health:[/u][/b] 1875 [b][u]Mana:[/u][/b] 550[/center] [hider=Stats] [b][u]Health:[/u][/b] 19 [b][u]Mana:[/u][/b] 6 [b][u]Strength:[/u][/b] 20 [b][u]Agility:[/u][/b] 4 [b][u]Intelligence:[/u][/b] 1 [/hider] [hider=Passive:] [b][u]*Thick Skin (1/Marauder)[/u][/b] - User gains small damage reduction for a few seconds after being damaged. Does not stack with itself. Passive. [b][u]*Vengeful (Level 5 skill)[/u][/b] - User gains 25% additional Strength for a few seconds after being hit by a melee attack. Passive. [b][u]*Strong Stance (Level 5 Skill)[/u][/b] - User gains resistance against being knocked off their feet. Passive. [/hider] [hider= Equipments] Kite Shield (Equipped) Mace (Equipped) Leather Armor (Equipped)[/hider] [hr] [i]It feels good[/i] Paralyze thinks to himself as he swings the mace through the wolf’s skull. Like his previous time, the mace was clean even though it passed the enemies’ skull. And the phantom wolf’s health bar only diminished by an insignificant amount of health. And that makes Paralyze to be very happy. Happy because finally he can vent out his anger without worry if he might make the thing breaking too fast. [i]But why are those things don't stop moving? Why don't they stand still for him to hit them?[/i] Paralyze wonder to himself without realizing the simple logic behind it. That these things do live and nothing wants to be killed. Yet strangely, these answers never come to Paralyze's mind as he takes out another strike on the phantom’s wolf spine. And once again, the mace went through the wolf's body as if Paralyze just lost his mind. But Paralyze does not seem to care as his right arm readies for another strike. And then, the words come from somewhere. The words were stretched beyond Paralyze's ears to recognize. There were also many empty places or murmur voice between the words that he heard. It caused Paralyze’s hand to be halt for a second or two as an eerily fear suddenly snapped him out from his anger. His face twitches from a mean grin to a gasp. His mind tried deciphering the message, but what could it be? What is “Sign of Grow?” What is it referring to? What is he afraid of? What happened outside? And this time, Paralyze's strike is much harder and heavier as Paralyze strike with not only his force but also with his wonder and fear about the mysterious phrase he just heard. And the earth cracked beneath his feet as 20 points of strength hit the ground. Another small hole about 10 cm in diameter was created because of a man's self-wondering and afraid of the unknown. It was insignificant, but Paralyze found himself to be less worried about what yet to come. [hider= stupid thing that Paralyze thought during the time halt (he just imagined stuff)] Maybe he is going to die. Maybe he is going to stay here forever, married an NPC, have a house, and die whenever the Horseman of God decided to come and take his life away. The thought of owning a house along a clear blue lake seems to be more appealing than ever in Paralyze's imagination eyes. The columns would be made from thousand-years old trees, sleep in the room that is decorated with the beast that he had hunted. He would spend days and days while listening to the song of the wind and wave overlapping each other each time he opened his door. The sand would be pure white, trying etching itself on his barefoot as he trailed down the sea. And somewhere in those pictures, Paralyze would found his family. The old man with the crooked back that also drinks cheap booze. The old lady that always said, “How are you today, son?” The butler will say with his deep and low voice as Paralyze entered the manor, “Welcome back Little Master. Welcome you home.” 2 rows of housemaids, 7 males and females that stood straight on each side of the red carpet, bowed as he walked across the red carpet. And he would go up the double curved stairs. And he would hold the handle of the staircase as tight as he had never before. He would hold the delicately crafted crow just to observe every detail of it. But then, he would race up the stairs like how he used to when he was a child. When the car was not disfigured and the thing never happened …. It is all but a dream in Paralyze's mind. It is an illusion of what might have been if Paralyze is not paralyzed. But in here, it could all be true. In this world, it will all be true. He will never be alone again. No more pain. No more endure. Just happiness. Pure happiness. But then, rage stepped in with its unending anger. There will be an end. There shall be dead for there must be death. And his fate shall be forever sealed with the inescapable mark. And nothing is more dangerous than the man that had nothing. He had no fear in taking any risk. Even death could not make a man to fear more than he could. And with more times and times, he will grow tolerance against the fear of death. Take a child who was born during the Stone Age. He or she would likely to be more easy to accept the idea of dying than the children of the 21st century. For what fear could be more horrified than the mind? A man that could tell you that he is going to die, turn out to die in the mid-conversation. Or by the next year, he would still alive. And just when everyone thinks that he is going to be fine, he will just turn out dead in his apartment. Just imagine the stress of those people, knowing they will die horribly. They will suffer the slow death, losing their senses as the clock tick. For others, it could be a mere second. But for the dead, the fear makes the times to be longer. Make it bountiful. Make it endless. Fear stretched time out, until that person is trapped within this black zone and lost all his or her knowledge about the time flow. And they will forever alone. Or that is what Paralyze thinks. The image of his gorgeous manor that resides near the blue lake is now replaced with a red color. A simple tone of scarlet. The pumping blood. His fuel to survive. And everyone is painted with it. Even the ground and the sky above him are painted with this mundane color. The same unchanging music, the one that people usually sing in the cathedral, filled his ears. Its extremely low tone, mourning as the dead is judging by God to see if they could enter paradise or Hell. And Paralyze refused to see that picture as he walked near the coffin to see who is the owner. Rage. Carnage. Frenzy. “The darkness of man did not come from those around him, but within himself" Paralyze remembered hearing something like that coming from his father's mouth. And that is before the old man begins drinking. He held his cheap booze on one hand and holding the Bible in the other. The shattering sound of expensive glass bottles can be heard from the hall. Pictures and portraits being ripped by a sharp object. The wall is painted with black and grey, making the manor to be cold. The ceiling with its crack, sometimes shed some concrete dust on the marble floor. Decaying it must be. And here Paralyze reside, as a result of the downfall of marriage and family love. Here he was born, raised, and educated for his entire childhood. [/hider] Paralyze thought was cut there as his mind coming back to the present, the moment when his mace passes the phantom wolf's hind legs. It is the fourth strike, just like any other strike. And conflicts arose, both shall never back down. Still, only one side shall be player. The other? The played one. [hr] [center][color=DC143C] WE WILL PREVAIL. WE HAVE TO PREVAIL.[/color][/center] [right]~ Gordon England~[/right] [hr] Summary: Hit the phantom wolf 3 4 times: [list] Strike one: at the wolf's head Strike two and three: at the wolf's spine Strike four: at the wolf's right hind leg[/list] Think about stupid and unnecessary philosophical idea.