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Ryden Zenta
100 Gold
[hider=Spell Book]
Fireball
Ravage
Arc
Forceful Gust
Umbra Ice[/hider]

[hider=Inventory]
Dagger
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 Canned Sardine
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch[/hider]

[hider=Equipment]
Head: N/A
Chest: Leather Jerkin
Gauntlets: Leather gauntlets that cover his magic ones
Pants: Leather Leggings
Greaves: N/A
Feet: Leather Boots[/hider]

Ryden's bright, crimson eyes sparkled as he awed at the golem man's deep, rumbling voice, and the silent authority of his speaking manner. "Understood, but I am disappointed that I didn't stick out like a nail. And I am what's left of Adam Johannson." The boy looked him up and down, and slightly reached out to his heavy, metallic arms, eager to analyze but careful not to prod like an annoying twat. "I am also well aware of the attention I get. Not that it was ever asked for. Anyway, pleased to meet you." He nodded at his response in acknowledgement, yet he continued to stare at the wondrous invention of a man. Before he could ask anymore questions though, an announcer's voice boomed all across the plaza to acquire to attention of the festival goers. Ryden stood at attention, slightly startled by the sudden noise, and did a pirouette on his heals to turn towards the source of the attention. The man on stage droned on and on about unnecessary greetings, petty festival back story, and the cliche'd themes of a celebration: fun, romance... He boxed the intruding voice away from his auditory senses and yawned loudly. [i]Intoxication, saying things you'll regret, stuffing yourself 'til you're fat, yada yada yada. Typical, useless entrances. People are already getting themselves into troub...[/i] His thoughts trailed off abruptly as he noticed the blue cloaked men slowly surrounding the stage. They approached with such brilliant subtlety that when Ryden swept his gaze across the crowd, most people didn't even take notice of their presence. This worried him greatly, and he prepared himself for anything chaotic to break out.

His thoughts fulfilled themselves as he spotted two blue cloaked men in crossbows who sneaked up the stage and used the darkness to cloak themselves into the background. Ryden was about to lob a Ravage spell in their direction, but this particular thought manifested itself too late as a gleaming steel blade latched itself into the heart of the announcer. All hell broke loose then, as the mysterious figures unsheathed weapons, melee and ranged, to take down the civilians. Two enemies hurled themselves against the hulk of the man, and he leaped sideways into a roll to get out of the way. He saw what remained of Adam Johannson marvelously cleave through two men in a powerful fashion. He wanted to clap and cheer at this amazing display, but of course, he would not be beaten in a show of strength and ferocity; he wouldn't be a Saber if he merely backed down and let the others do the dirty work. He sprung into the heat of combat, yelling with all his might, and found himself surrounded by blue cloaked men, all of them distracted by his battle lust. "Good, I see you've taken noticed!" He shouted proudly, and as they began to close in after him, he murmured his Fireball spell, channeling his arcane prowess into the base of his palm to give the shots a good, explosive show [b](MP: 290/300)[/b]. One enemy braved to charge at him head on, to his delight, and the man attempted to lunge his sword straight into his heart. But Ryden, swift and sleek like a panther, spun to the right and unleashed a ball of intense flame straight to his enemy's vulnerable side, which sent him flying off to the other end of the plaza with bombastic display[b](MP: 280/300)[/b]. the Saber boy laughed with such mirth, that as enemies rushed at him with all their might, he still continued to guffaw at his own "hand-made" fireworks. Five seconds before their blades could meet with his mocking face, however, he quickly muttered the spell of Forceful Gust [b](MP: 245/300)[/b], and punched the ground beneath him to recoil the wind from his spell back into himself to launch his body high into the air. As he accelerated upwards against the will of gravity, he again commanded his mana to flow into his finger tips, where dark energies began to crawl all over [b](MP: 230/300)[/b]. At the peak of his self catapult, he spread his arms wide and shoulder length, to summon the shadowy claws from the ground, and swiped the air in front of him to send them binding and slashing at his ground bound, grouped up foes. The umbral talons hacked away at his enemies without hesitation, dismantling their bodies rather cleanly, yet mercilessly, allowing him to land with relative safety save for another landing roll across the plaza. He patted his hands together, huffing with smugness and self-praise, and turned towards the rest of the would be enemies. "Would anyone like to be next?" He asked in sly, mocked enticement.