[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Gryf's back
Skills: Ferrokinesis[/center] 
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	Arthur nodded at Andy, only to recoil as the harpies lunged at them, leaving deep and painful marks in his arms. oThis was the first time he had really gotten hit from any of these monsters, and it kind of removed a level of sympathy he might of had for them. That hurt, [i]really[/i] hurt, and he very much did not want it to happen again. Reaching down to his side, he pulled out his knife, and floated it in the air. He'd do what he could to take these things out before they caused more permanent damage, but it was hard to concentrate with the searing pain coursing through him.

	Dragging a knife through the air, the harpy dodged out of the way. He exhaled, but it was hard to focus on hitting these things between the damage he'd already sustained. He had to have proper combat training if he was ever going to on a mission like this again. Right now? He was still too young and too new to doing any of this to actually be useful. A part of him was worried at the idea that he was putting people in danger here by being inept, a thought that hadn't crossed his mind when he had decided to join this fight. Trying to stab the creature once more time and failing, he huffed in frustration.