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So the Samurai was a mix of battlefield controller and duelist, then... Interesting, but not exactly what Lew was hoping for. While the suggestion of self-sufficiency was there, Lew hardly felt like he would be too interested in some of the class's other benefits. As a matter of fact, the more Lew thought about what it would take to be a samurai, the more implausible it seemed. One of the class's requirements was to impress a Clan Leader, a seemingly impossible task for Lew, whose real life Charisma stat likely ranked at a solid [b]-10[/b]. It was then and there that Lew realized playing a straight tank would not truly sate his interests. Perhaps he should seek out a more straightforward "swordsman" type class.

Not too long after did Lew notice Kriz seemingly being harassed by... Some sort of giant? Another Ogre, perhaps? No, NPCs wouldn't likely stir trouble with newer players, especially in a starting hub town like this. This has to be a player, and one that likely took full advantage of the character creation system. Before Lew could speak up to deal with the issue, he noticed Ames making his way back, followed by the rambunctious stomping of a certain shitposter. It seems that those two'll handle the situation better than Lew ever would.

Wait. Is Mags seriously... ?!

Lew made a dash for the clusterfuck-to-be, realizing that Kriz has a very real chance of being absolutely crushed if cause and effect ended up happening like Lew had assumed. Intercepting himself between the pseudo-Ogre and his limp companion, Lew positioned himself in a matter where his back would cause the giant to slope off should Ames stumble into the giant in a matter that would topple him on top of Kriz. At the same time, Lew raised his shoulder up to absorb most of the shock of this giant crashing into him, trusting in his absurd Endurance to muscle through.