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Ryden Zenta
100 Gold
[hider=Spell Book]
Fireball- Level 3, 10 MP
Ravage- Level 2, 15 MP
Arc- Level 1, 10 MP
Forceful Gust- Level 2, 35 MP
Umbra Ice- Level 1, 10 MP[/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 yelped and howled in admiration for Johannsen's show of golemn strength, cheering him on while jumping up and down. He admired the way his axe cleaved through the bodies like nothing, and dispelled his belief that heavy weapon users were just a bunch of reckless brutes. He turned to face his opponents, and crackled a blot of lighting between his hands to intimidate his foes, increasing its intensity by the second. Ryden's smug attitude dissipated rather quickly as his enemies swept past him and gathered at the center. He was about to yell out a curse of indignation at their general direction, feeling utterly disrespected by their behavior, but then came to a morbid realization as he recognized their formation and their repetitive, ominous chanting. [i]Oh hell fucking no... A Summoning circle?? This is bad, this is real bad...[/i] He thought to himself as he leaped back from the center and cautiously watched the blue cloaked men mutter their dastardly Elvish language all while holding up an ornate Silver dagger. This would have been the perfect time to strike, except everyone was caught off guard when they suddenly stabbed themselves, decorating the plaza with red fireworks, and collapsed onto the ground. Their wispy spirits seemed drawn to a vertical beam of light that exploded onto the premise, and their bodies dissolved into ashes, to be swept away into nothingness by the wind. He watched in awe-stricken terror the monstrosity that came out of the demonic ritual.

Immediately, Ryden took notice of its immunity to Darkness, and its weakness to Light. He cursed his lack of Light spells, but he decided to not let that be any sort of excuse to fail at this moment. He sprang fearlessly into action and charged a beam of lightning towards the monster [b](MP: 220/300)[/b]. It twitched in for two seconds in pain, then recovered quickly and swung its heavy broad sword towards Ryden. His increased movement speed fortunately worked in his favor as he ducked to avoid the attack, but he knew that if he had been hit, he would be cleaved in half, his life would extinguish as quickly as a candle during a stormy night, and he would consume his only Revival Tome. [i]I can't waste it on something as weak shit as this, definitely not![/i] He thought to himself with fierce determination, and blasted two arcs of electricity towards the the shadowy behemoth [b](MP: 200/300)[/b]. It roared in anguish, and again attempted at another strike towards the Saber boy, and again, Ryden leaped up to avoid the attack. He noticed that this particular swing was slower than the one before, and in his arrogance, he thought he had damaged the beast enough to hinder it. But he realized too late, as he saw the blunt end of the sword drive backwards towards him as gravity pulled him down, that the attack was deliberately slow to fake him into using the same avoidance pattern. He felt the hard, black metal of the sword crush his ribs, and he screamed in pain as he flew crashing into a food kiosk. Everything reverberated agony all at once, and he could barely from the spot. He scrambled for a sip of his chocolate milk, but his body was so wracked with such numbing misery that he couldn't even manage that.