[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190519/8a76258f0fa7a64c9123d41709a46e86.png[/img][/center][center][sub][color=darkgray][color=white][b]::[/b] [/color]the streets of thorinn [color=white][b]//[/b] [/color] thorinn [color=white][b]::[/b][/color][/color][/sub][/center][hr]If trying to process what the word otaku meant was like trying to catch a dodgeball, then Tessa's speech was like trying to juggle a barrage of them. In the precious moments Alex had to recall what tanks, kits, supports, and dee pee esses were, the phrase "heal bitch" dealt the blow needed to derail his thoughts completely. Lucky for him, all she was asking for was his class.

[color=#87c735]"I'm a DPS,"[/color] he declared, jutting a thumb near his chest. His words were enthusiastic, but there was a stilted inflection to them, as if he was giving a presentation over a subject he was only vaguely familiar with. [color=#87c735]"My powers let me do a lot of damage to one enemy at a time, [i]and[/i] I get a lot better at doing it if I can focus. When I fight solo though, I usually just run away a lot, which is kind of like my second big power. Speed, I mean. And about healing. I can really only heal myself, and there's a limit to it."[/color] He tended to lump the rest of his abilities together, as they were mostly out of the way or "passive" as he'd heard some people call them. He kept quiet about them, since it seemed like the kind of thing that would only be worthwhile sharing if it a situation for it ever came up, or he got bored during a job. 

He took a step back, eyeing Eaudenil with a smile and poorly disguised relief.