Lvl 10 Great-Weapon Fighter.
A lance devoted to a warmer world.
She bears her spear left into his, creating a shower of sparks as they clash together.
"You shalt not find one so easily!"
As sweat drips down her face, she
She bears her spear left into his, creating a shower of sparks as they clash together.
"You shalt not find one so easily!"
As sweat drips down her face, she
She's quite a... Passionate about it.
She's quite a... Passionate about it.
"I thank you, you are far too kind to clap for such a mediocre performance", she says.
"I thank you, you are far too kind to clap for such a mediocre performance", she says.
"That's quite the choice of moniker. 'Strife'. Your name is embued with anger and conflict!"
She smiles.
"You deserve far more than the standard
"That's quite the choice of moniker. 'Strife'. Your name is embued with anger and conflict!"
She smiles.
"You deserve far more than the standard
"Mercenary, wielding the weapon is merely a third instead of the whole."
The woman was just a few years her senior, but spoke as if she were a veteran.
"What's your name, girl?"
"Mercenary, wielding the weapon is merely a third instead of the whole."
The woman was just a few years her senior, but spoke as if she were a veteran.
"What's your name, girl?"
As the Mercenary walks in, she's greeted by crossed arms and plenty of skepticism.
"I hope your skill does not correlate with your age... You appear far too young, and pretty, to be a mercenary."
As the Mercenary walks in, she's greeted by crossed arms and plenty of skepticism.
"I hope your skill does not correlate with your age... You appear far too young, and pretty, to be a mercenary."
"Another step back? You simply cannot block my attacks forever, your highness!"
She dexterously guides her lance downward with another grandiose swing.
"Another step back? You simply cannot block my attacks forever, your highness!"
She dexterously guides her lance downward with another grandiose swing.
Alone within the courtyard, the two lance-wielding blondes are at it once again, locked in intensive combat.
Every second that passes brings another loud clash of steel, all culminating in a grand cacophony.
A bead of sweat running down her brow, Éabha is having the
Alone within the courtyard, the two lance-wielding blondes are at it once again, locked in intensive combat.
Every second that passes brings another loud clash of steel, all culminating in a grand cacophony.
A bead of sweat running down her brow, Éabha is having the