Asuu

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

I'd just like to put a heads up: I have Summer Camp tomorrow to Friday, so I will be inactive till then.

When that happens, we can all just assume that Titan is either training himself into the ground at Dire Mountain, or, if we get to the second floor, scouting out and carving himself a new training regime on that floor with the stronger mobs.

He's a tryhard alright.

*~* нιgн ѕcнσσℓ σf тнє dєαd *~*

Seth looked to his left, seeing some pink-haired guy following after, looking googly-eyed at the Iron Queen person. "Shape up or Fuck up." he yelled, moving to the side and bring his leg up. A zombie was slammed into his foot, but before it could bite him Seth grabbed his other drum stick and jammed it into the thing's rotten eyeball, piercing the brain and killing it instantly.

"To the ruff."

He dashed up the stairs, shoving zombies out of the way whenever necessary. He was taking this, like before, surprisingly well - it was almost fun to him, in a demented, horrified sort of way. Seeing a zombie blocking his way, Seth twirled behind the undead, wrapping his arms around the thing's torso and bending his lower back backwards. They both slammed into the ground, with the zombie's head bursting into gray brain matter.

"The deds tho..." Seth muttered, rolling up the stairs to continue his momentum, before stopping when he was on the roof. He saw other people up there as well...while the gates burst open like this was some bad TV Show.

"Mother of God...hell has been unleashed. God has asked for the sinners to repent."

He turned to the staircase, grabbing a broken, sharp piece of pipe and yanking it off. "I'm going to repent this pipe so far up the deds' asses."

*~* нιgн ѕcнσσℓ σf тнє dєαd *~*

Hello. So, I'm Ves, but my 'Ves' account, which is the first one I made to 'lurk' has started to glitch, so I'm on this account.

My GM's can confirm it.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Dire Mountain - Floor 1

Titan's expression, unseen by any onlookers, changed only once throughout the whole battle. A grin formed on his face as he watched Whimsical handle himself professionally. Even as the male's health dwiddled down from the Field Boss's heavy blows, Titan's expression rang clear, as he was completely sure that his companion would win. And, if things didn't look too good...then his perch provided a great strategic advantage to finish the Centaur off. A few Dire Wolves stalked along the edge of the ridge Titan himself crouched on, but they simply skulked around the hulking figure, not moving too close in caution and fear of certain brutal, pixelated death. Titan gave the two wolves a nod of his helmeted head, two his surprise one of them nodded back, only to be bitten and scuffed by the Alpha of the tiny pack. A deep, rumbling chuckle echoed through the small mountainous ridge, before Titan turned his head back to the battle, just in time to see the boss get decapitated in a haze of blood-like pixels.

He stood up, spear and shield strapped to his armored forearms instead of clenched strictly in his hands like before. Maybe a foolhardy thought process, and choice, but Titan felt that he could trust his barbarian friend - not indefinitely, of course, as this is a Death Game and everyone has hidden motives. But, he knew that he wouldn't be getting backstabbed or anything cowardly like that. At Whimsical's exclamation of triumph, Titan grinned, his lower, bearded face becoming visisble as the haze of ominous darkness drifted from his form. "So it may seem, my friend!" he yelled back, his deep voice momentarily spooking the two observing Dire Wolves. The younger of the pack, the one who nodded to him earlier, lunged forward, only to meet the business end of Titan's spear, his body becoming skewered onto the weapon before exploding in a haze of particles. "A new axe, hm? Did you happen to get some Horns as well?" he walked forward, bending down, almost like a bear about to leap, before blasting high into the air. Wind whistled through his helmet as gravity took hold, Titan dropping from the air and landing a feet or so away from Whimsical with a roaring crunch of cobble-stone. Standing up to his full, intimidating height, the Spartan gave his friend a nod.

"Smithing is useful, and I feel like creating myself a new spear, or improving on my current one. I offer gold, of course." As he spoke, the Dire Wolf from before lunged from the ridge above, only to slam maw-first into a gauntlet fist. Titan had turned around with his hand outstretched, catching the Wolf in his palm before slamming it into the stone ground, bringing a heavy foot up with surprising agility...and stomping the wolf's head into pixelated paste. "Weaklings."

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

"Players, I wish you the best of luck."

Titan's eyes widened, before blossoming into crimson slits. A grin, slightly unhinged, formed on his face.

"I see your game..."

A chuckle.

"And I'll play it. For now."

---

Floor 1 - Dire Mountain

There was no sun shining brightly over the sharp, rugged hills and incoves that dotted Dire Mountain. A constant ashy mist floats in from the surrounding forests, giving the large mountainous region a misty, intimidating appearance. Throughout the numerous ridges and caves, you could hear the occasional howls echoing, slamming against the stone caverns before releasing out into the dreary atmosphere, giving any players foolish enough to venture out this far constant chills. This is a location located miles away from the Starting City, and even farther away from the misc cities you would see after leaving the safety of your beginning spawn. It's recommended that players level 15 and plus hunt here, and even then, it's extremely risky without backup not too far away...

-

A large, intimidating figure made his way through the numerous paths and cave links that dots throughout Dire Mountain. He wore tight, mottled black steel armor that glistened slightly in the dusky mist that wisped throughout the leaking cave, along with leather-sewn steel greaves and boots. The figure had no face to speak of - only a deep black helmet that only revealed glowing crimson eyes, and a sinister, white-toothed smirk. In his left hand he wielded a large iron kite-shield, forged with spiked corners and edges that would allow the user to bash enemies into oblivion, while his right hand clenched the handle of a large, practical steel spear with a sturdy oaken handle. His name...was Titan. The man's armored form moved through the tight crevices, and leaky ridges with obvious ease, as the male was obviously used to this location quite readily. Crimson orbs constantly moved from left to right.

"It should be...hear." He muttered. Titan's voice is what you would expect from someone of his stature and appearance - a deep, gravelly voice that seems to be used moreso for warcries and growling, rather than whispering acknowledgements. The thing he was looking for was quite simple - although there were numerous lethal mobs scurrying through Dire Mountain, a lot a lot, actually, there was a certain cave that triggered a Mob Trap. Basically, if you're stupid enough to step onto a stone pad, then a group of Mobs would fall from some sort of trap door above, while the stone cavern around you shut it's entrances in stone sheets of wall, leaving you trapped. It was a trap to quickly kill ballsy explorers, and if you survived you got the loot from the mobs, and the experience.

In Titan's eyes, it was worth it.

He slid a potion into his mouth, clenching the small glass bottle between his teeth before bringing his shield and spear to bear. A grin overcame his mouth over the poultice, and he clenched his teeth, activating the slow-moving, but long-lasting potion effect, before charging into the large, tall, and spacious cavern room that he oh-so-adored. His boot stepped hard into a stone switch, and then he was in the middle of the cavern, roaring at the top of his lungs, as numerous Dire Wolves, Dire Bears, and Mutant Bats swarmed from the above, screeching loudly.

"All...I see...is DEATH!"

He charged into the masses.

-

The first thing Titan saw was a group of four Dire Wolves and one Alpha Dire Wolf lunging into his immediate vicinity, while two snarling Dire Bears juked to his right. The armored 'Spartan' charged into the Wolves' attack, slamming his iron shield into two of their snouts, tossing their paralyzed bodies to the side, before rolling his arm and bringing his spear high into the air, the tip glowing an ominous red. "Weak!" His arms moved on their own accord, the spear being jabbed brutally into all three of the attacking wolves' snout before a booted foot slammed into the Alpha's chin, bringing him into the air while the other two burst into data. At this time the two Bears had gotten close to his back, releasing a barrage of scratches at Titan's back armor, but he ignored the wittling of Health, turning around on the spot and stabbing the leading Bear through the chest with his spear. Behind him, he heard the Alpha Dire Wolf explode into particles, while the two runts from before slowly stood up from the paralyzing bash that took them out of the fight first.

"This is what I'm talking about!" The two wolves leaped onto Titan's shoulders, clawing into the crevices of his helmet, while Titan quickly killed off the two Dire Bears with another >>Steel Barrage<< from his spear. Growling, he threw his two weapons into the air, piercing the hearts of three of the scavenging little Mutant Bats, before grabbing the two wolves' within his hands and throwing them into the air, as his two weapons began falling once more, killing the wolves and landing into his outstretched hands.

The entrances and exits opened once more.

"All for the glory..." he whispered, glancing at his health. Yellow. Snorting, Titan clicked through all of the menus, putting away the numerous hides, furs, corpses, meats, and gold before clicking out of the experience menus. A solid thumping erupted from the caves surrounding the one he was in, which was located deep in the center of Mountain Dire, and Titan held back a chuckle.

"Whimsical."

He headed towards the sound of battle. Most-likely the axe-wielding barbarian was taking on the Field Boss that protected the mountain from cowards and weaklings. Titan knew that Whimsical probably wanted to do it on his own, but he wanted to at least see his partner in crime behead the powerful beast.

Bottom of the Stairs SAO RP CS Bin

Titan

[Name-]
George Anthis

[Username-]
Titan

[Age-]
Twenty-One. (21)

[Ethnicity-]
Greek

[Appearance]
Titan is Greek, with fair, yet lightly tanned features and a strong jawline. His chin is dotted with a small, x-shaped scar that seems slightly jagged in formation, maintaining an angry red color. Narrowed, determined crimson irises pokes out from behind locks of strong, thick brown hair, which then proceeds to go down to his neck in it's regular thickness. He stands at approximately 6 foot 3, with a bulky, muscular build that comes from years of working hard.

[Sexuality-]
Heterosexual

________________________________________

[Level-]
15

[Weapon-]
One-handed Assault Spear - 375/1000

Iron Shield

[Fighting style-]
Leading into battle with his shield out in front of him, and his spear ready in hand, Titan often switches between an 'Offensive' and 'Defensive' role, although his regular stance is more offensive under regular circumstances. He usually bombards his opponents with multiple attacks with his spear, not giving them time to dodge or roll around like cowardly ants. If they defend, it's only more fun for him. His attacks usually causes a staggering effect, allowing him to finish them off. If the first attack on an opponent's defense doesn't work, a major shield bash usually has the tendency to cut through blocks, along with powerful front kicks. If his unique fighting style, something he calls 'Stance of War', loses it's momentum, Titan usually settles backwards into a passive-aggressive defense position, battering away attacks with his shield and retaliating, or simply bringing his shield up and bearing the brunt of the attack before slapping away the weapon and returning to the offensive.

[Health Points-]
To be determined.

[General Stats-] 2250 points

• Strength - 500/1000 (Affects the player's damage output)
• Sprint - 200/1000 (This skill is both an activatable burst of speed, and a passive increase in the player's effectiveness at dodging strikes.)
• Parry - 1/1000
• Shield - 500/1000
• Agility - 250/1000
• Battle Healing - 400/1000
• Perception - 200/1000
• Tracking - 100/1000
• Stealth - 1/1000

[Profession Stats-] 450 points
• Blacksmithing - 100/1000
• Fishing - 1/1000
• Cooking - 1/1000
• Tailor - 100/1000 (armor crafting - all types)
• Gathering - 50/1000 (collecting crafting materials)
• Medicine mixing - 100/1000 (create health potions, antidotes and poisons)
• Music - 0/1000
• Lockpicking - 1/1000
_______________________________________

[Personality-]
"Hah! Should have brought more friends."

Titan is an intimidating man that seems to be warped by the revelation of this death game. Although he was a relatively boisterous, although brash male character back on his farm in Greece, once in this game, he has changed to fit the bill of a 'bloodlusting titan' quite literally. He sees death as a fickle annoyance in the whole gist of things, and often treats the lives of his fellow players as forfeit. He isn't as concerned about others as he may have been in another life, and more than often he'll rather walk away or injure/stun a player rather than spend his time talking to them if he perceives them as weak. Before the Truth, Titan was basically the same; he didn't mind PKing others, as he was sure the respawn system would work, and actually lived for the glory of the fight. His strides were long, strong, and carried with a certain courage and determination that gave off an aura of both savagery and inner strength. Most of his statements are deadpanned and blunt, as he isn't afraid to speak his mind, although honor is a large thing, and unless it's strictly necessary, you won't have to worry about Titan lying or backstabbing you. After the truth was laid out, he changed - but only slightly. He became more aggressive, something he had in boat loads before, and became more cold.

In general, he is a determined, battle-lusting warrior who revels in the art of combat. As long as you're strong, and not perceived as weak, then he will treat you as a comrade. Not necessarily as a friend, but a comrade nonetheless. If you actually manage to gain his true respect, then you're in for a life-long, honor-bound warrior who would help you in times of need, but whom also expects the same help in return. Titan isn't afraid to joke around and drink ale once and again, but if it's not for a special occasion then he could be seen out in the fields, hunting, wandering, and generally looking for a welcomed challenge.

[Biography-]
Originally born onto a quaint farm, located on an uncharted land somewhere in Greece, Titan's life isn't something overly amazing. He grew up big and strong, hunting during the winter to help around the farm, and wrestling with chickens and cows during the summer. Despite his outside lifestyle, he was always interested in video games and TV from the radio. He asked his mother and father if he could go deeper into Greece, to seek out his calling, at the age of 18. He was allowed and given a hefty sum of money to check out everything. Not too long after he came out of the wilderness, and into cvilization. He went into school for a few years, getting a degree and a steady job working as a construction engineer. In his free time, he got SAO, doing a bit of studying as a Beta Tester before finally initiating the Dive.
________________________________________

[Armor-]
Titan's armor is basically sleek, mottled steel platemail, tied together with wolf fur and padded inside with leather for extra comfort. It's sleeves are rugged and breathable, allowing him extra mobility and agility, although the heavy metal gives him a large amount of defense for close-quarter combat. It's usually accompanied by a large steel helm reminiscent to old Spartan armor, shrouding his face in blackness, other than his crimson eyes. (Picture.)

[Consumables/Misc]
- Homemade Health Vial : 10

- Store-bought Health Vial : 5

- Teleport Crystal : 2

- Health Crystal : 1

- Homemade Antidote Vial : 10

- Store-bought Antidote Vial : 3

- An assortment of packed lunches : (Rule) 7. Kidding, he has 3. But seriously. Rule 7.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Ah, I see. Sorry about that.

And thank you. ^^

Would you like me to post him in the bin now?

Asuu's Testing/Characters.

Titan

[Name-]
George Anthis

[Username-]
Titan

[Age-]
Twenty-One. (21)

[Ethnicity-]
Greek

[Appearance]
Titan is Greek, with fair, yet lightly tanned features and a strong jawline. His chin is dotted with a small, x-shaped scar that seems slightly jagged in formation, maintaining an angry red color. Narrowed, determined crimson irises pokes out from behind locks of strong, thick brown hair, which then proceeds to go down to his neck in it's regular thickness. He stands at approximately 6 foot 3, with a bulky, muscular build that comes from years of working hard.

[Sexuality-]
Heterosexual

________________________________________

[Level-]
15

[Weapon-]
One-handed Assault Spear - 375/1000

Iron Shield

[Fighting style-]
Leading into battle with his shield out in front of him, and his spear ready in hand, Titan often switches between an 'Offensive' and 'Defensive' role, although his regular stance is more offensive under regular circumstances. He usually bombards his opponents with multiple attacks with his spear, not giving them time to dodge or roll around like cowardly ants. If they defend, it's only more fun for him. His attacks usually causes a staggering effect, allowing him to finish them off. If the first attack on an opponent's defense doesn't work, a major shield bash usually has the tendency to cut through blocks, along with powerful front kicks. If his unique fighting style, something he calls 'Stance of War', loses it's momentum, Titan usually settles backwards into a passive-aggressive defense position, battering away attacks with his shield and retaliating, or simply bringing his shield up and bearing the brunt of the attack before slapping away the weapon and returning to the offensive.

[Health Points-]
To be determined.

[General Stats-] 2250 points

• Strength - 500/1000 (Affects the player's damage output)
• Sprint - 200/1000 (This skill is both an activatable burst of speed, and a passive increase in the player's effectiveness at dodging strikes.)
• Parry - 1/1000
• Shield - 500/1000
• Agility - 300/1000
• Battle Healing - 400/1000
• Perception - 200/1000
• Tracking - 100/1000
• Stealth - 1/1000

[Profession Stats-] 450 points
• Blacksmithing - 100/1000
• Fishing - 1/1000
• Cooking - 1/1000
• Tailor - 100/1000 (armor crafting - all types)
• Gathering - 50/1000 (collecting crafting materials)
• Medicine mixing - 100/1000 (create health potions, antidotes and poisons)
• Music - 0/1000
• Lockpicking - 50/1000
_______________________________________

[Personality-]
"Hah! Should have brought more friends."

Titan is an intimidating man that seems to be warped by the revelation of this death game. Although he was a relatively boisterous, although brash male character back on his farm in Greece, once in this game, he has changed to fit the bill of a 'bloodlusting titan' quite literally. He sees death as a fickle annoyance in the whole gist of things, and often treats the lives of his fellow players as forfeit. He isn't as concerned about others as he may have been in another life, and more than often he'll rather walk away or injure/stun a player rather than spend his time talking to them if he perceives them as weak. Before the Truth, Titan was basically the same; he didn't mind PKing others, as he was sure the respawn system would work, and actually lived for the glory of the fight. His strides were long, strong, and carried with a certain courage and determination that gave off an aura of both savagery and inner strength. Most of his statements are deadpanned and blunt, as he isn't afraid to speak his mind, although honor is a large thing, and unless it's strictly necessary, you won't have to worry about Titan lying or backstabbing you. After the truth was laid out, he changed - but only slightly. He became more aggressive, something he had in boat loads before, and became more cold.

In general, he is a determined, battle-lusting warrior who revels in the art of combat. As long as you're strong, and not perceived as weak, then he will treat you as a comrade. Not necessarily as a friend, but a comrade nonetheless. If you actually manage to gain his true respect, then you're in for a life-long, honor-bound warrior who would help you in times of need, but whom also expects the same help in return. Titan isn't afraid to joke around and drink ale once and again, but if it's not for a special occasion then he could be seen out in the fields, hunting, wandering, and generally looking for a welcomed challenge.

[Biography-]
Originally born onto a quaint farm, located on an uncharted land somewhere in Greece, Titan's life isn't something overly amazing. He grew up big and strong, hunting during the winter to help around the farm, and wrestling with chickens and cows during the summer. Despite his outside lifestyle, he was always interested in video games and TV from the radio. He asked his mother and father if he could go deeper into Greece, to seek out his calling, at the age of 18. He was allowed and given a hefty sum of money to check out everything. Not too long after he came out of the wilderness, and into cvilization. He went into school for a few years, getting a degree and a steady job working as a construction engineer. In his free time, he got SAO, doing a bit of studying as a Beta Tester before finally initiating the Dive.
________________________________________

[Armor-]
Titan's armor is basically sleek, mottled steel platemail, tied together with wolf fur and padded inside with leather for extra comfort. It's sleeves are rugged and breathable, allowing him extra mobility and agility, although the heavy metal gives him a large amount of defense for close-quarter combat. It's usually accompanied by a large steel helm reminiscent to old Spartan armor, shrouding his face in blackness, other than his crimson eyes. (Picture.)

[Consumables/Misc]
- Homemade Health Vial : 10

- Store-bought Health Vial : 5

- Teleport Crystal : 3

- Health Crystal : 5

- Homemade Antidote Vial : 10

- Store-bought Antidote Vial : 3

- An assortment of packed lunches : 2

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Titan

[Name-]
George Anthis

[Username-]
Titan

[Age-]
Twenty-One. (21)

[Ethnicity-]
Greek

[Appearance]
Titan is Greek, with fair, yet lightly tanned features and a strong jawline. His chin is dotted with a small, x-shaped scar that seems slightly jagged in formation, maintaining an angry red color. Narrowed, determined crimson irises pokes out from behind locks of strong, thick brown hair, which then proceeds to go down to his neck in it's regular thickness. He stands at approximately 6 foot 3, with a bulky, muscular build that comes from years of working hard.

[Sexuality-]
Heterosexual

________________________________________

[Level-]
15

[Weapon-]
One-handed Assault Spear - 375/1000

Iron Shield

[Fighting style-]
Leading into battle with his shield out in front of him, and his spear ready in hand, Titan often switches between an 'Offensive' and 'Defensive' role, although his regular stance is more offensive under regular circumstances. He usually bombards his opponents with multiple attacks with his spear, not giving them time to dodge or roll around like cowardly ants. If they defend, it's only more fun for him. His attacks usually causes a staggering effect, allowing him to finish them off. If the first attack on an opponent's defense doesn't work, a major shield bash usually has the tendency to cut through blocks, along with powerful front kicks. If his unique fighting style, something he calls 'Stance of War', loses it's momentum, Titan usually settles backwards into a passive-aggressive defense position, battering away attacks with his shield and retaliating, or simply bringing his shield up and bearing the brunt of the attack before slapping away the weapon and returning to the offensive.

[Health Points-]
To be determined.

[General Stats-] 2250 points

• Strength - 500/1000 (Affects the player's damage output)
• Sprint - 200/1000 (This skill is both an activatable burst of speed, and a passive increase in the player's effectiveness at dodging strikes.)
• Parry - 1/1000
• Shield - 500/1000
• Agility - 250/1000
• Battle Healing - 400/1000
• Perception - 200/1000
• Tracking - 100/1000
• Stealth - 1/1000

[Profession Stats-] 450 points
• Blacksmithing - 100/1000
• Fishing - 1/1000
• Cooking - 1/1000
• Tailor - 100/1000 (armor crafting - all types)
• Gathering - 50/1000 (collecting crafting materials)
• Medicine mixing - 100/1000 (create health potions, antidotes and poisons)
• Music - 0/1000
• Lockpicking - 1/1000
_______________________________________

[Personality-]
"Hah! Should have brought more friends."

Titan is an intimidating man that seems to be warped by the revelation of this death game. Although he was a relatively boisterous, although brash male character back on his farm in Greece, once in this game, he has changed to fit the bill of a 'bloodlusting titan' quite literally. He sees death as a fickle annoyance in the whole gist of things, and often treats the lives of his fellow players as forfeit. He isn't as concerned about others as he may have been in another life, and more than often he'll rather walk away or injure/stun a player rather than spend his time talking to them if he perceives them as weak. Before the Truth, Titan was basically the same; he didn't mind PKing others, as he was sure the respawn system would work, and actually lived for the glory of the fight. His strides were long, strong, and carried with a certain courage and determination that gave off an aura of both savagery and inner strength. Most of his statements are deadpanned and blunt, as he isn't afraid to speak his mind, although honor is a large thing, and unless it's strictly necessary, you won't have to worry about Titan lying or backstabbing you. After the truth was laid out, he changed - but only slightly. He became more aggressive, something he had in boat loads before, and became more cold.

In general, he is a determined, battle-lusting warrior who revels in the art of combat. As long as you're strong, and not perceived as weak, then he will treat you as a comrade. Not necessarily as a friend, but a comrade nonetheless. If you actually manage to gain his true respect, then you're in for a life-long, honor-bound warrior who would help you in times of need, but whom also expects the same help in return. Titan isn't afraid to joke around and drink ale once and again, but if it's not for a special occasion then he could be seen out in the fields, hunting, wandering, and generally looking for a welcomed challenge.

[Biography-]
Originally born onto a quaint farm, located on an uncharted land somewhere in Greece, Titan's life isn't something overly amazing. He grew up big and strong, hunting during the winter to help around the farm, and wrestling with chickens and cows during the summer. Despite his outside lifestyle, he was always interested in video games and TV from the radio. He asked his mother and father if he could go deeper into Greece, to seek out his calling, at the age of 18. He was allowed and given a hefty sum of money to check out everything. Not too long after he came out of the wilderness, and into cvilization. He went into school for a few years, getting a degree and a steady job working as a construction engineer. In his free time, he got SAO, doing a bit of studying as a Beta Tester before finally initiating the Dive.
________________________________________

[Armor-]
Titan's armor is basically sleek, mottled steel platemail, tied together with wolf fur and padded inside with leather for extra comfort. It's sleeves are rugged and breathable, allowing him extra mobility and agility, although the heavy metal gives him a large amount of defense for close-quarter combat. It's usually accompanied by a large steel helm reminiscent to old Spartan armor, shrouding his face in blackness, other than his crimson eyes. (Picture.)

[Consumables/Misc]
- Homemade Health Vial : 10

- Store-bought Health Vial : 5

- Teleport Crystal : 2

- Health Crystal : 1

- Homemade Antidote Vial : 10

- Store-bought Antidote Vial : 3

- An assortment of packed lunches : (Rule) 7. Kidding, he has 3. But seriously. Rule 7.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Hello guys.

I'm remaking my character. I'm interested in an Assault Spear/Shield combo. Is this okay?