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Sorry for taking so long to hammer out what I wanted to do with my characters. I didn't want to go with super strength again, but it is so rare that I even have the opportunity I just had to take it. Let me know if there is something I need to fix.



Ziv perked up when he heard is name he took a deep breath and wiped his hand across his face to eliminate some of the sweat. As soon as his hand left his face it revealed a massive grin as he turned to look at Daniel "Oh no, I don't need any help, just uh..." He looked around scanning the guild hall briefly stopping on Sayuri before looking back at Daniel "Yeah, working out you know." He nodded toward Sayuri as though her statement was in some way proof of something.

Ziv theatrically flexed his biceps "You don't get jacked, nay ripped, nay dare I say shredded like this without a little total exhaustion in the morning sometimes." He figured it was a good enough excuse, noone could possibly prove it wasn't true that he spent his free time away from the guild as a gym rat.

As Annalyse approached Ziv briefly reached to the back of his neck. "Appreciate the concern." Ziv began to stretch his neck continuing. "Job went swell." Ziv lifted up his shirt and turned towards her revealing a recently sewn gash a few inches wide across his abdomen. "Even got a fresh souvenir!" He let out a brief chuckle before letting his shirt back down already feeling pretty re-energized.
Ziv was having second thoughts as he ascended the hill outside Magnolia. The massive seven foot double headed axe he was balancing on his shoulder was just impractical. He got it from the job he had just completed, he had hunted down an absolute mountain of a man, a former mercenary guild member who had gone rogue. After capturing the man and collecting his reward Ziv had been foolish enough to ask what would happen to the axe. Since noone else could use it due to it's sheer size it would just sit, so Ziv negotiated to take it as a trophy. Now though he was realizing that was probably a mistake, for one he was walking over the hill into town because the actual transportation that is available to one transporting an over seven foot tall axe is actually somewhat limited. Further he couldn't even figure out the axe's cool tricks that had initially drawn his attention. The whole reason he had even noticed the thing was that both of the axe heads came off the handle attached by a chain, it had a chain, he has a chain. It felt like enough of a connection for Ziv at the time.

Now though the axe was as solid as a log, as Ziv crested the hill he decided to have one more look at it, even being a fairly large man Ziv still had to lean the thing towards himself to examine it in any way. It looked like an axe, a normal metal axe, there was not sign of any of the mechanisms he had seen used when he fought it's previous owner. Frustrated, Ziv sought out a boulder at the roadside and with a shout of anger he swung the axe at the boulder. And perhaps predictably it dug in, the axe was stuck and it was stuck good, Ziv spent minutes pushing and pulling at the axe his initial confidence at the prospect of seven feet of leverage to get it loose was quickly diminished. Eventually he resorted to kicking but it was still to no avail, and worse still Ziv heard a familiar sound, wheels on road, someone was coming up the hill, he had really hoped noone would ever witness his blunder. As the carriage crested the hill it was greeted by the sight of Ziv sitting atop the handle of a massive axe sticking out of a boulder at the roadside. Ziv smiled and waved "Howdy!" he was met with a nod from the driver and he thought he saw some acknowledgement from one of the passengers but he wasn't really paying attention enough to see.

As soon as the carriage was out of sight Ziv began pulling his chain using his magic energy to add links to it until it was about thirty meters he fashioned it into a harness around himself and wrapped the other end around the very end of the axe handle. The plan was simple, run at an angle from the axe. On the bright side it worked the chain went taut for just a moment before the axes came loose from the rock. On the less bright side Ziv had lost his balance and was tumbling towards a faceful or rock, further the axe was now flying towards him from behind. Thankfully Ziv's stumbling meant that his vision caught of glimpse of what was behind him before he fell and he managed to jump out of the way, though it meant landing directly on his left cheek leaving it thoroughly scraped and with a couple fresh cuts. Ziv barely had time to unsuccessfully check for blood though before the the chain was taut again, in a moment Ziv slammed to the ground and slid three feet over.

As Ziv got up and dusted himself off he resolved to just not deal with the axe any more than he had to. Still he had to hold onto it for now so he reeled it in retracting chain links as he did so until it was close. Once it was he began at the task of attaching it to the back of his makeshift chain harness. As soon as it was able to suspend the axe Ziv spoke aloud "Bind". Ziv could feel the chain snake tighten and knot around himself and the axe. Once it was done it was definitely uncomfortably tight, though that was expected. The more important part was the sheer weight, between the chains and the ridiculous weapon if it was less than two hundred fifty pounds it wasn't by much. But it was worth it to be done worrying about adjusting the thing for the rest of the trip.

By the time he reached the guild hall Ziv had been many a bystander's entertainment and was so drenched in sweat if one didn't know any better they might think he'd just come in from the rain. In a stroke of luck noone was outside at the moment so he took his opportunity and rushed to the door. Retracting his chain as he ran to the door he only slowed his pace to gently lean the axe on the wall next to the entrance. As soon as he was content iot was going nowhere he he dashed into the guild hall. Panting Ziv stumbled his way to the bar and leaned against it before speaking. "One whiskey plea-" A drop of sweat fell from his brow onto the bar below. "Better make that water." Ziv slumped down once he finished speaking, resting his head on his arms atop the counter.
Workin' on a character that uses their magic mostly just to close the distance and pummel their foe. Should have a CS up some time tomorrow.
Y'all still accepting?
You have my interest!
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