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[sub][color=228B22]Interacting with[/color]: none
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Health: [color=ed1c24]1710/1900[/color]
Mana: [color=00aeef]200/600⇛ 150/600[/color][/center]

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[color=violet]Strength[/color]: 20 + 15(Boost Self + Strong Body) + 9(25% of current strength, caused by Passive)
[color=violet]Agility[/color]: 4 + 5(Boost Self)
[color=violet]Intelligence[/color]: 1 + 5(Boost Self)[/hider]

[hider=Skills]
[color=violet]Tackle[/color]: User immediately tackles a nearby target, dealing damage and stunning briefly. User and target both move forward a bit and user ends up in melee range with the target. 50MP.
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[hider=Items]
[color=violet]Mace[/color]:
[color=violet]Kite Shield[/color]
[color=violet] Lacquered Wood Armor[/color]
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Day 3, the fight with the boss.
It is not enough. Just not enough.

Even after that throw and the furries of punches, I could still feel nothing. My heart still beat normally, despite how real this fight is. I could not sweat. I could not even feel gasping for air kind of sense like those documentaries had said about fight or flight moment. Even now, as I begin to think back. It was gibberish, the sense... 

The sense of something heavy strike my chest and take away a few of my heart beats. The body runs cold as I heavily touch the ground with my chest. My lungs were as heavy as a pair of rocks, refused to take even a stroke of fresh air as the armor crushed against my flesh. I could feel death as if he is just right there, standing in front of me. He was looking at me, senselessly watching me died. And what did I do? I was looking at his bony feet, simply observing it. I was afraid, too afraid to even look up at him. But my heart and body showed no reaction of being afraid. And I was afraid as if I was one of those , a refugee in this alien body that I thought it was mine in the beginning. Each second passing by is a torture of itself, a constant reminder of my uselessness and fear of whatever is happening in my eyes. And I hated that sense. 

But then, the vision changed. And the wolfskin remained there, replace for Death. Well, the rest is self-explanatory. 

But even by now, my mind is still in this anger and frightful state and my heart shows no sign of speeding up. Have I gone mad? 
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Paralyze stands up from the ground, seemingly unaffected from whatever the wolfskin had caused to him. Without any words to say, Paralyze headed straight to Fenrir and tackled it. The ground trembles and cracks under the weight of two. But it was just the beginning as Paralyze unleashed a furry of heavy strikes, aiming for every weak spot of the Fenrir. The ground cracks further and begins to shape like the spider web with Paralyze and Fenrir at the center. Paralyze's strikes were slow, but bear an unimaginable amount of strength in it. And he shows no emotion as he brutally striking his enemy. But only Paralyze knew, how he would… would truly react to what he is doing right now. 

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Summary: 
- Begins to write diary
- Tackle Fenrir:[list]
+ Strike 1 and 2 aimed at the head
+ Strike 3 and 4 aimed at the spleen, or where the spleen should be located. [/list]