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[u]Doctor_Buttz[/u]
LVL: 10
[color=ed145b]HP: 32[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 50[/color]
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[u]G3O_VAN[/u]
LVL: 5
[color=ed145b]HP: 25/25[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 8/10[/color]
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	Geo would twitch a grin that he remembered (if vaguely) some old game encounters. That game, WOW if Geo could recommeber corectly had to be a handful of generations back by now. The gaming station was probably only on its second model! How long ago could that have been? Definitely not a century, though with some advacements in computer gaming could feel like it. It wasn't really a game Geo had messed around with in his own young years, but he wasn't an old man either, so a confusing time frame.

	The spearman had an excitement to his movements. He was enjoying playing the role itself, and doing his best to act like he was from an old martial arts film. The world suited that archetype after all, an action hero or two trained in 'shaolin arts' in the like. It did spark a rising flame just imagining it. Copying the moves and choreography would be a completely different matter, but he could at least do some basic tricks. Skills would hopefully take care of the rest. 

	The grin under Geo's mask grew bright hearing Doc's conviction. It was always great to have a good partner in a fight. He'd give a nod, not wanting to get too loud when getting closer to the enemy groups.

	Geo did grow a bit worried as the bandit's charged slow down. He wasn't sure if his aggro pull had weakened or for something else messing up. That was when the shovel-strike came at him. The avian reacted in a slight stumble with it, seemed they nearly jumped back as the strike came toward their abdomen. As Geo would push the pole of their spear to the side to redirect the shovel's blow away from him. The avian seemed decent at defending, although jumpy.
	
	[b]"F--!"[/b]
	Geo almost blurted out a curse.
	The counter-attack would be sloppy in comparison. Geo would swipe the tip of his spear toward the bandit's neck at an awkward angle. He waved it like a massive brush or cane trying to spread a swipe of paint across a canvas. It was probably helpful the foe was exposed with their own awkward weapon. Geo hoped his decent stats would carry through enough to cause some damage.  


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