[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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After failing off-load his twin falchion over to someone else, Tillius is now carrying multiple weapons at his disposal now. Truly a multi-wielder he is.

On the usual march that Tillius had grown more than used to at this point, they encountered a badly-injured man. After leaving a silent prayer to the man that Roxas would be able to finish the healing before her mana ran out, the orc readied his spear and shield when the singing start. He didn't understand the language, but the voice was so relaxing it was contagious. While fatigue had yet to creep up onto Tillius, and his muscle memory kept his grip on his weapons firm, he was slowly losing his sense of touch on them.