[center][h1]Aster[/h1][/center]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zZeGyW6.jpg?1[/img][/center]
Health: [color=00aa00]1100/1500[/color]
Mana: [color=00aeef]100/300[/color]
[hider=Attributes]
[color=violet]Strength:[/color] 10
[color=violet]Agility:[/color] 12
[color=violet]Intelligence:[/color] 2
[/hider]
[hider=Skills]
[color=violet]Sword Wielding:[/color] 22
[color=violet]Dancing: [/color]10
[color=violet]Knife wielding: [/color]7
[color=violet]Music: [/color]3
[color=violet]Unarmed combat:[/color] 15
[color=violet]Throwing:[/color] 4[/hider]
[hider=Items]
[color=violet]Cloth Armor[/color]
[color=violet]Katana[/color]
[color=violet]Dagger[/color]
[color=violet]Clothes (regular)[/color]
[color=violet]Shoes (regular)[/color]
[color=violet]Blindfold[/color]
[color=violet]Owl's Eye Band[/color]
[color=violet]Kadeen's Dagger of Teleportation[/color][/hider]

	The guild just kept growing. More and more people, most of them wonderfully cheerful, likely hiding their own pain. It wasn't hard to imagine all that they might be dealing with. This place could be a hell of a lot of fun, but it could also be a hell of a lot of... well, hell. Aster couldn't relate terribly to that, but her mind jumped uncomfortably to all the ways that others could.

	The benefit of the guild structure was the fact that, for once, Aster could rely on others. That was something marvelous indeed, and as she rushed forward once more to strike at the Herald, Reylan's words ringing in her ears, she nodded once to Dirk, her most common partner-in-combat. She didn't say anything, simply nodded once, then let her pent-up roar rip loose from her throat as she leapt forward and up, at the monstrous creature before her.

	Her throat burned from her scream, but her focus was on her hands, gripping the katana loosely, then tightening to strike the creature with a two-handed blow across the chest. Spinning in the air, she pivoted, engaging Triple Strike while she fell, to make the blows rain down on the beat's shoulder and side, opening glowing red cuts that vanished almost as quickly as they appeared.

	Her mana was already starting to run out; there was no way she could do more than one more triple strike, and the enemy was far from death. Dammit, she needed more skills. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself, feet planted, for the fall of the monster's next attack, one hand bracing the back of her sword as a sort of improvised, bladed shield.

Summary: Strikes at chest
	Strikes shoulder/side with Triple Strike (-100 mana)
	Braces for impact.