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Up to you, I need to find time to update this along with posting everywhere I need to.
Did you ever make the changes to the last one?

Also perhaps the later in the story


Also finished the changes.
Actually, a completely silent warrior with a huge sword is definitely more terrifying. I can't think of any other characters in Arena at the moment with the same dynamic. You might find it boring, that's your opinion, I know I'd be unnerved by something that inhuman attacking me, or even fighting alongside me, however. That was what I was hoping to create, sorry that it was so adverse to your personal taste that you feel like lecturing me on creating a better character.


The silent type is played to death.

Just the idea that Judgment could be replaced with a Sword and knee would actually change nothing so far.
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Simply reading what people are saying would have saved you time originally as well, subsequently saving me time.


Not sure what that has to do with anything. I was making a statement.
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So it does depend on the character.

A simple yes or no would save you allot of time you know.
Did you ever make the changes to the last one?

Also perhaps the later in the story


I still have to find a way to justify her being toned. :K
I already used the name of the color.

Could we make more than one character?

I suddenly feel like making a nun turned knight.
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Or it makes you a pragmatic fighter who came to fight, and win. That's literally what you said in the attack post though, so I assumed it was prompt rather than polite.


That would largely depend on the character. A knight wouldn't demean himself by using sneak tactics after all. This is the major problem I have with arena. No one is interested in RPing there characters, which makes it a rather pointless exercise. I mean what joy is there to be had in winning an imaginary contest online. I mean it's not any gratification for me but Perhaps I'm just strange. Winning has zero benefit, but an interesting drama is at least something people will remember and talk about.
About time Important came for me.

'This is the ability he uses to sense and hunt down evil and unholy opponents, it allows him to sense undead, demons, spirits and other creatures considered inhuman or unnatural to a 'human' God.'

At which point he has a fair estimation of your character's ability, by activating the ability by praying to his god in one of my earliest posts, though it's obviously not perfect as he didn't single your character out to be attacked, he dealt with the first enemy he saw. The only person with apparent omniscience is your character and his spirits, on top of his other abundance of abilities.

He can't actually know your character is preparing some magical ability, which is why it's not said in my post, but he would note an increase in your character's 'unholy' presence (this is to his perception, it really doesn't matter how you describe your power, this is just how my own character's power interacts with it.) Which would have the effect of increasing his desire to end the threat quickly, which I believe I made apparent in my posts.

Regardless, all moot, point is you can't blame me for killing the conversation when you started charging magical attacks before we even met.


Well considering Judgment has not so much as breathed in his teammates direction, it is an insane proposition isn't it?

Judgment could benefit from a quirk of some kind. It would be hilarious if he sang hymns during battle.

"This little light of mine," *Swing*

"I'm going to let it shine," *Swing*

"This little light of mine," *Swing*

"I'm going to let it shine, Let it shine, let it shine!" *Block*


Now that would be terrifying, more interesting the a stoic suit of mail. Not that I'd tell you what to do, but it is an observation.

I might steal that if you don't use it though, that's gold.
As expected the giant’s leap had taken him beyond the reach of his own sword, but the true target of his strike had fallen for his faint. With the elf rushing toward him without hesitance. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised his second attacker had not seen his maneuver for what it was. Eyes closed shut Tordor braced on his left foot as it came to a stop, it’s heel facing the direction of the giant while his right leg still faced the direction of the entrance his second opponent came from.

The elf rounded the pillar moving with impressive speed, moving in fact faster than natural human sight could hope to follow. So Tordor tapped into the preternatural awareness granted to him by his spirit companions and connection to the nether, the soul of the Drowned child the only forewarning he needed. Granting him an alertness unmatched by his mortal perception. With a simple twist of his wrist from palm up to around and down again as he rotated his shoulder, Tordor turned the inertia of his false strike into a powerful upward swing in a counterclockwise path. From right to left and up to the right again; skilled enough to know not to fight against the momentum of his own swing like many novices. Thus turning the faint into a real attack. The path of Blood Drinker would came up toward the elf's mons pubis and cut upward toward her left shoulder. Given her own momentum and speed it was unlikely she’d be able to avoid the blow before it hit. The impact strengthened further as Tordor flicked the trigger on his sword's hilt. Causing black fire to envelope the weapon. It’s aura drawing strength from the aether pulsing in the women's own magical armor.

Using the momentum of his same swing allowed him to deliver an even greater strike that could very will rip the elf in two. The only sound heard was a harsh whistle as Blood Drinker cut through the air. Tordors own blade effectively striking the elf at a range of roughly eight and a half feet, markedly outranging his opponent's own reach. Even so Tordor pushed off from his crouch as he weaved the last sign of power. Thus assuming the elf had any strength left in her swing after nearly being bisected, the cut would come around to the center of his chest length wise. All this in the time it took Judgment to finish his second swing against his ally.
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