[center][color=lightgreen][i][h1]𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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Newbie
Level 1
[color=ed1c24]HP[/color] 125
[color=0072bc]MP[/color] 25

[color=9e0039]Vitality:[/color] 5
[color=9e0039]Speed:[/color] 3
[color=9e0039]Strength:[/color] 7
[color=9e0039]Endurance:[/color] 7
[color=9e0039]Mana:[/color] 3
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Arton held his shield firmly in front of his chest, covering his vitals, as the soldier screamed. The wounded man wasn't just stumbling out of the dungeon, he was fleeing from enemies. He readied himself for combat as he was reinforced by the other members of their party, but he took the center. Soon enough, three figures emerged from the mouth of the dungeon...decayed and decrepit. They would not pass, not while he stood.

He lifted his shield to block the wraith's attack, and to keep him away, then followed up with a powered strike(Hyper Slash) across the attacker's torso. Piercing attacks hardly did good against these kind of creatures. They were terrible abominations, evil monsters that must be destroyed. That much was certain [color=lightgreen]"Send them back to their graves!"[/color] He chanted, a look of disdain on his face at the creatures.