[center][h2]Klein[/h2][/center]
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[hider= Attributes]
HP – 55/100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10 [/hider]
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Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel [/hider]
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[b]Fund:[/b] 20 
[b] Items:[/b] Pouch(normal)[/hider][/hider]

[color=9ACD32]"Holy shite," [/color]Klein exclaimed after noticing how hard the whatever spell hit him. Despite the spell was like a child pounding his chest, the fact that it dealt a quarter of his health is alarming. Even worse, he didn't do much damage, or any, in return. Perhaps he should just have become range, and just play his comfort role. Like a snake in the grass. Hide all game until the last round and popped up. But, it is too late now. 

Giving a glance toward the kappa that was intercepted by Ames, Klein hopes that Amulak could kill it with his next spell. But, if he couldn't, his health bar should be thick enough to survive one hit from the monster. On the other hand, Klein picked a bolt from the ground, courtesy of boomer Raymond, and begin to charge at the spell-caster kappa. He saw Lewd and how the samurai had been holding that stance all this time, even when attempting to approach the spell caster kappa. And Klein's current objective is to give him that window of opportunity. So he charged forward before leaping into the air, both hands on the silver bolts. If he killed it, insane. If he didn't, his objective is complete.