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Word Count = 809
EXP: 9/20 + 12 (encounter reward) + 3 (stunt bonus) + 2 (this post) = 9 + 17 = 27/20 [b]LEVEL UP![/b]

New Power Learned! 
[b]Resuscitate:[/b] Donnie learns a basic resurrection spell, a leftover from his generalist monk training. Donnie can revive one person at a time after a 1.5-second cast that requires great concentration. This works by returning the soul to the body, and revives them with severe injuries, necessitating that they be healed away. This means that it won't work if there is no body left behind, making it impossible to revive Galeem's minions this way.

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Donnie watched, first with respect, then with revulsion, Mr. Grimm tried to take them all on, only for the Centurion to execute a man who already couldn't fight back. His gauntleted hands balled into fists as he watched the display. And then, Peach of all people absorbing his soul...

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[i]Master Shang Xi gazed at his wayward student, a strange creature by the name of Donovan. It seemed that, having been brought into the school later in life than most students, Donovan had been more prone to mistakes than his classmates. The young monk's brash nature and his tendency to punch first and ask questions later troubled the old master, wondering if perhaps he might misuse his talents.

This wasn't the first time the human had been brought before the master, and it likely wouldn't be the last.

"Initiate Donovan," Shang said. "I've been told that you got into a fight yet again. Tell me what happened."

"I saw a thief run off with a bag of gold coins," the teenage human replied, "He was stealing from the old woman who runs the teahouse!"

The master held up a hand to stop him from speaking more, having understood the situation perfectly. "And so you acted in defense of that old woman by physically assaulting the thief. You could have gone to get the guards, tailed him and told a guard where he was hiding, or simply used your brute strength to restrain him until the authorities could arrive. You could have even used the handwraps you had on you to bind his wrists. Instead, you beat him senseless. I am informed you tackled him to the ground, punched him several times, and then intentionally broke one of his legs to stop him from running away."

He looked at his student piercingly. "I understand that you adhere to the way of the Huojin. You value action. But that is no reason not to exercise restraint. You have been trained in the ways of combat, but you must know when to use force and when to use less extreme methods."

"I understand, master," Donovan said, his head hung in shame. "What is my punishment?"

The master looked slightly amused, an expression that nonetheless ran chills down Donovan's spine. "You will clean the floor of the temple for the next week. You will make up your missed lessons at night, the week after."

Donovan stood aghast. "You can't be serious!"

"I am. Your first shift starts in ten minutes. Run along now."

Donovan quickly ran away, mortified.[/i]

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If there was one thing that week scrubbing floors had taught him, it was that there was a time to use force and there was a time to simply walk away. He could have given the Centurion a tongue-lashing, but while he was in his reverie, the moment had already passed.

And he had a more pressing concern. Seeing Mr. Grimm vanish like that rapidly caused a flood of information to enter his mind. Memories of reviving the dead, and of the spell Resuscitate.

But since Mr. Grimm had no body left, that wouldn't work even if he [i]could[/i] somehow remove Mr. Grimm's soul from Peach's body. Besides, looking at their chi, it seemed like their essences had fused completely. It was doubtful that the man's consciousness could be removed in the same way.

Still, seeing the sweet, naive princess from the castle now talk about ripping the souls from her allies' chests...it left a bad taste in his mouth. In fact, this whole [i]thing[/i] did. Consuming souls? Fusing with them? Turning them into equipment? This was [i]disgusting.[/i] This was [i]wrong.[/i] He knew [i]warlocks[/i] who wouldn't stoop to such a level, even when dealing with the demons they fought and enslaved. Hell, even [i]death knights[/i] wouldn't do that these days!

But it was out of necessity. They'd need all the power they would get, wouldn't they? And he supposed that killing an injured enemy who'd been so hell-bent on killing you not thirty seconds ago made a twisted kind of sense. 

In any event, the remaining loot needed to be divvied up. He could chew the Centurion out later. He strolled over to Needles' Spirit, and craned his neck over towards Michael, Franklin, and Gene.

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"You three need power more than I do," Donnie said, in a voice that made clear that, under the surface, he was quite disturbed by the events on display. "I'm getting spells back by the day. I just remembered my resurrection spell when that Peach ate that guy. Turn the clown into a flamethrower or something. Figure it out between yourselves."

Then, walking a few feet ahead, he looked at Sweet Bot. "Now, [i]that's[/i] what I'm interested in. I'll take it if no-one else wants it, and if nothing else it can probably fit a few extra people."