[center][color=lightgreen][i][h1]𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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[center][color=ed1c24]HP:[/color] 125 [color=0072bc]MP:[/color] 25 [color=fff79a]STM:[/color] Full [color=662d91]Effects:[/color] None[/center]

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Newbie
Level 1

[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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The presence of Jack behind him encouraged him to hold strong against the skeleton attackers, when the first was obliterated by an attack that damaged the other two. Now that they were off him, he re-adjusted his grip on his sword and shield. He laughed at the indication to use fire [color=lightgreen]"I would if I had any."[/color] Arton spoke aloud, the only fire he had was the one that burned in his soul. The un-dead with the axe seemed to wish to try its chances at his defense once more, a welcome challenge if it wasn't for the poor state of the creature.

He lifted his trusted shield above him at an angle to absorb the strike, meanwhile swinging his sword upwards starting from his left-side waist and across to dismember the arm that held the weapon. If he managed to accomplish that, he would push for a frontal kick into the Skeleton's chest with all of his strength. Arton might not be agile like a rouge or a ranger, but he was fast with his sword and shield.