Triathlon: Round 2 Running Summer Camp '22

Japanese || English
Date: 08/08/2022 || Time: 10:00
Outfit: Swimsuit

Ayako was absolutely exhilarated. Sure, her legs were tired and her chest was burning just a bit from the constant exertion, but the fact she'd made it so far and kept up with the leaders of the competition was absolutely something to be proud of. Not only had she finished the first running lap around the ship, but she'd managed to avoid any types of burns or injuries from the fiery flowers.

It was an electrifying experience, to be sure.

Her feet continued to thud on the hard wood as she readied herself for the next lap, which was apparently far safer. There were to be no flowers to burn them this time. Instead, it was simply a test of endurance.

She steeled her heart - and her lungs - and continued running, relishing the burning of her muscles. Every ache and every bit of pain was a reminder that she was becoming stronger, and that was more than enough to encourage her.

Still, Ayako couldn't stop her attentions from being pulled down into the water.

Where was Chi? She surely hadn't fallen so far behind, had she?

She heard the moderator - who'd apparently been replaced by an annoyingly loud, blue-haired girl -call for a few people to be removed, and Ayako noted that one of those was, in fact, Chi-chan.

"Damn it," she panted under her breath in Japanese.

She'd really hoped to catch Chi at the finish line.

Notes:

Reducio

poor chi

Interacting:

@Paz Zhang as Chi || @Kim Sato

Mentioning:

Owl / DM for Interaction ♣ Current Progress : Round 2 Level 2

It seems the participant for this Triathalon as the level progress to the next level started to dwindling down. Many had been eliminated. Whatever their reasoning was; be it because of fatigue or perhaps tiredness, they succumbed and be a victim because of it. But not the Brazilian boy. Ronnie so far had been striving albeit all his muscles were aching and felt like on fire.

After he had done completing the last round of level 1, the blue-grey-eyed boy massaged his aching muscle as he reached the side of the ship while reaching out for the ladder that was poised on the side ship. When the ache of his muscle subside a bit, Ronnie started to climb the stairs. His own body weight feels like a rock after being used for hours threading the water.

But Ronnie had come so far and he will be damned if he quit now. Verona Carlito Andréas was not a quitter. So, he took a deep breath, and with slow but steady steps he climbed aboard the ship. When both his feet landed on the ship, Ronnie took a much-needed deep breath. All of his body feels on fire. He bent down to regulate his breathing.

While he bent down, pars of feet started running before his very eyes. For a moment Ronnie forgot the competition was far from over. With a resolution, the young Duellist pulls himself up and wipes his wet feet as dry as possible against the wood floor of the ship. Once Ronnie deemed his feet is dry enough and he can feel the warmth of the sun beneath his feet, the Castelo student started to run alongside whomever that still competing at this stage.

At first, Ronnie thought the running stage was much easier and simpler than the previous round. But boy, he was so wrong about that. After seeing Aurelia and the other who pulled ahead before him dodging the fiery flower, Ronnie must do the same thing. If being a Duellist taught him something, it was to dodge and weave the incoming assault.

With his impressive evasive maneuvers skills, he managed to evade the onslaught. "That was not fun at all"He uttered in Portuguese to no one in particular while still running around the ship.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Bring it on Round 2 Level 3

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 Advance Casting, Evasive Maneuvers I, Evasive Maneuvers II, Fearless

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬 Stamina 9 Evasion 9 Strength 7 Wisdom 10 Arcane Power 8 Accuracy 10

pretend this says second year until i get a new banner

Roleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish

Interacting with: Mentioning:

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Date: 8th August 2022 Outfit: x

ROUND TWO LEVEL ONE

After hyping herself up and giving herself a much needed pep talk, the brunette took a deep breath, cracked her knuckles, and began to climb once more. She kept a steady pace throughout, making sure to keep her breathing steady and also talking to herself encouragingly in her head. She was growing tired, fatigue slowly but surely creeping into her muscles, but she was also determined to keep going. A single failure was not enough to crush the competitiveness running through her veins.

Despite the burn in her muscles as she continued to climb, she persevered. Thankfully, it paid off. She made it to the top. She completed the climb, and now she was on to the running portion. Thinking of everything that still lay ahead of her, it was honestly a bit disheartening, especially with her chest already heaving from her previous exertions, but she tried to keep a steady mind. Keep her positive attitude, keep looking on the bright side. It was all a bit of fun, and she was having fun, plus she was getting some exercise in too and would hopefully feel the benefits of it later. It was all about looking at the positives, even if she was tired. With some newly refilled motivation, she continued on.

Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 7 | STR: 7 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 7
Abilities: Fearless, Calming Presence

Triathalon | 8 August 2022

Hat | Swimsuit

Haven was beginning to get too tired to even speak- a very alarming development for someone whose mouth was constantly running. She flipped over onto her back to give herself a bit of a rest, but still did her best to keep kicking as she swam further. She was sure she had done her fair share of swimming by now, but nooo, because she wasn't fast enough, she had to do it again. Ugh.

She spit some water out of her mouth as she flipped back over to keep going. Haven usually had a lot of energy, but the 17 quatrillion laps seemed to have taken some of it from her. She wanted nothing more than to be able to flop down and take a nap on top of that ship. Unfortunately for her, she still had two more rounds after she finished the one she was on.

Well, the sooner she finished, the sooner she could nap, she supposed. She did her best to kick up the pace a little, going from tired snail speed to faster tired snail speed. Especially since snails could not swim. She was just squirming around in the water like a sea slug. Or a regular slug. That couldn't swim. That was not made for the water.

Maybe she should have brought floaties.

ROUND 2 LEVEL 3

French | English

Being quick on your feet certainly came in handy in this particular challenge. Raphael wondered whose idea it had been to shoot flowers made of fire at people while they were running on a wooden ship, but wizards never seemed too concerned about safety, the laws of nature, or similar stuff that could easily be circumvented by magic. After all, why worry about getting hurt when you could just wave your wand and magically cure all ailments? (Needless to say, healing magic was not exactly Raph's area of expertise.)

Years of football practice were clearly paying off as he weaved and ducked, sweat trickling down his neck. The unfamiliar exertion of swimming had done much to warm him up, and he could feel it, his muscles tiring as he ran. The fire did its remaining part, flashes of heat shooting past him, sometimes closer sometimes less so. He was glad to be near the front for this part, the free space around him making it easier to evade without bumping into anything or anyone else.

He let out a breath when he finished the lap without noticeable burns, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the fabric of his shirt. The next one should be easier, although he could feel exhaustion creeping on. This triathlon was dragging on longer than he'd expected.

Sta 6 ᚐ Eva 15 ᚐ Str 12 ᚐ Wis 5 ᚐ Arc 0 ᚐ Acc 15
The Muggle Condition ᚐ Fearless ᚐ Evasive Maneuvers I + II

RESULTS

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Haven's fighting spirit carried her on!

Sophia could tell the poor girl was exhausted, and she had to wince as the girl seemed to suffer a mouthful of water, but the girl managed to finish the lap all the same!

"Good job! Next you get to climb!" Sophia shouted to her with a grin.

Poor Greta didn't seem to be faring as well, unfortunately.

Haven LAP 3 [DC = 16] [d20: 13] + 10 + 3 = 26 RESULT = You complete the lap!	Greta LAP 3 [DC = 16] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

RESULTS

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Unfortunately, the climbing portion of the triathlon was just a tiny bit more chaotic. The climbers seemed to be an unorganized mess of arms and legs, but not a single one of them seemed to manage their way to the top. Poor things.

Evelynn CLIMBING LADDER [DC = 10] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the climb!	Reena CLIMBING LADDER [DC = 10] [d20: 0] + 7 = Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the climb!
Della CLIMBING LADDER [DC = 10] [d20: 0] Withdrew RESULT = You fail to complete the climb!	Serena B CLIMBING LADDER [DC = 10] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the climb!
Astrid CLIMBING LADDER [DC = 10] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the climb!	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

RESULTS

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Poor Louca and Akira seemed to be getting singed left and right by the fiery flowers of doom, but they weren't the only ones in the group that seemed to be having issues with the fiery-dodging-death-lap-of-doom.

In fact, the only ones to finish this lap were Stephen and Vivienne, who seemed to be mostly evenly paced with one another. (Though Vivienne was just an inch or so ahead, if you asked Sophia.)

"Guys!" she shouted to those who'd lagged behind. "Those flowers are hot! I recommend avoiding them!"

Oliver DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Nessie DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
Louca DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 1] + 8 = 9 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Stephen DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 10] + 5 = 15 RESULT = You complete the lap!
Aryaan DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Akira DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 4] + 8 = 12 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
Vivienne DODGING FIRE FLOWERS [DC = 13] [d20: 9] + 7 = 16 RESULT = You complete the lap!	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

RESULTS

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Apparently the front of the pack was running out of steam.

Despite a healthy number of participants who'd made it so far, only three managed to finish the lap.

Raphael had a fairly healthy lead, and Sophia was impressed by the sheer endurance the boy was displaying. She'd have already been unconscious on the floor, napping peacefully.

Despite both of them lagging slightly behind Raphael, Verona and Romeo were still well in the race for the finish.

The three of them were wonderful examples of pure athleticism, which was a good thing! After all, now they had to make use of that athleticism to climb the mast of the ship.

"Whoo! You three are on fire! Next, you just gotta climb that mast and grab a flag! Hope you're not afraid of heights!"

Aurelia Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 9] + 6 = 15 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Howard Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 3] + 11 = 14 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
Bloom Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 2] + 10 = 12 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Hadrian Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
Ayako Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 1] + 8 = 9 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Sara Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 10] + 4 = 14 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!
Katherine Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 4] + 9 = 13 RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Raphael Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 17] + 6 = 23 RESULT = You complete the lap!
Lysander Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 0] Didn't post RESULT = You fail to complete the lap!	Romeo Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 10] + 9 = 19 RESULT = You complete the lap!

Verona Hangin' in there! [DC = 16] [d20: 9] + 9 = 18 RESULT = You complete the lap!	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A
N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A	N/A LAP 0 [DC = 0] [d20: 0] + 0 = 0 RESULT = N/A

Hello friends! This was quite the round, I'd say! Lots of really close rolls, and we're finally starting to see the finish line! For those in the lead - all three of you! - your next challenge is to climb the mast and grab a flag, so good luck!

I tried to leave the descriptions - especially for those who didn't finish the laps - as vague as possible to leave room for you all to write the situations out from your character's points of view.

As always, if there are any concerns or questions, please owl me or reach me on discord at Bluemane#3444.

Reminder:
- All players need to post before the deadline.
- Deadline is around 7 days after the mod post, which is October 6th (I am very lenient on extensions, though, so please let me know if you need one! Especially since the Ball is approaching! )
- The word count minimum is still 200+ so make sure you meet the requirement!

- If you fail a level once, you get +3 to your next roll+stat. If you fail a level twice, you get +5 to your next roll+stat. If you still fail, then you get eliminated from the game.

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Nec Temere, Nec Timide. Durmstrang Institute's

Romeo Giovanni Marchonné

"English." "Italiano. Italian." "Russian."

| Faint scar on left eye & mangled right ear | \ Fingerless Glove on Right hand / | Lichtenberg figure on right arm and down back |

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One foot in front of the next. Left right, left right. Keep a steady pace, and don't start walking. Once you start walking, it takes infinitely more energy to get running again. I could take my time, lessen my pace to conserve a bit more energy heading into the final part of the Triathalon, but I could not, for any reason, slow down or stop. One kid pulls ahead of me, but I outstrip all the others, staying on his heels and ready to overtake him the next chance that was presented to me.

The person helping to keep an eye on us tells us to not be afraid of heights? Surely I had been seen a few days ago in the midst of the storm that had raged across the Quidditch stadium with a bat in hand and a Firebolt beneath me. I wasn't scared of heights. This was just the same task as climbing the ladder for the first part of this second section of the triathalon. I just had to be swift about it, use my momentum to drive me upwards and then use a swing of my hand to snag the flag and then slip down again, ready to run.

So imagining myself in such a successful state (as any athlete should to promote positive self-talk and execution of action), I prep myself to get into a position so that I can conquer the mast of the ship and take the teasing flag. Just a little longer. Push just a bit longer. We are almost done, the end is in sight, and I can smell victory (or at least my ability to cross the finish line regardless of the placing that I received).

Climbing R3L1

Reducio

Stats:

Ω Stamina 9 | Evasion 7 | Strength 15 Ω
Ω Accuracy 14 | Wisdom 9 | ArcPower 0 Ω

Abilities:

Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I Ω

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Louca paused in surprise at the sight of the next round. I mean who thought up these things? Flaming flowers seemed a bit much even for him. Watching for a moment to see if there was any rhyme or reason to where they were landing, he narrowed his eyes, sensing no pattern to it. Which made sense, after all, they wanted to make things difficult.

Deciding that waiting was doing nothing but making him further behind, Louca began to run into the field of flaming flowers. The first two or three flowers were easy to dodge, but then he got confident, and crowed "Ha! This isn't that hard." That's when a flower came straight for his head.....he barely managed to miss it, and honestly he couldn't be sure part of his hair had been singed, but the flowers were coming hard and heavy. Even with Louca's chaser skills, he couldn't seem to find space free of the flaming flowers.

He slowed down significantly, batting at them, and if any landed on him, he quickly patted the spot to ensure his clothes didn't catch fire. "Hey! Who thought flaming flowers was a good idea?!" Louca shouted in desperation as he managed to make it to the other side only to realize at Sophia's yell that he would have to redo that whole thing. Cursing under his breath in French, Louca paced back and forth, glaring at the field he had just exited.
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Action: Redoing Round 2, Level 2
Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Fearless, Rapid Reviver

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ACTION: R2L3 - Just running around the deck
Stats: Sta: 6 | Eva: 5 | Str: 8 | Wis: 8 | AP: 4 | Acc: 4
Abilities: Perfectionist
Encyclopedia Link: "X" marks the spot

Outfit

Stephen had made it quite successfully through the last round of running around the ship while dodging the fiery flowers. He was definitely pumped about that fact, but the mental energy it required of him to do so had been a little draining. Now all he had immediately before him to do was to simply run that same path around the deck of the ship all over again, sans the fiery hell flowers . Normally that would be easy enough for him, but he was starting to feel the burn in his lungs and in his muscles.

Still, there was some definite good news. The leading pack of first tier upperclassmen was definitely thinning out. He would be running this lap with quite a few of them who looked flat exhausted and had not completed their last lap. There was nothing to really crow about because he was well aware how fortunes could change. It could just as easily be him in their shoes by the end of this round, but he hoped not.

So he ran. He ran fast enough that he knew he should beat the clock on the round, but the ship was actually quite large and it was going to be a more difficult than simply running. Pushing the weariness to the back of his brain, he concentrated on his breathing and moved, yet again, in the same direction as the crowd. One step pounding on the deck. Then another. And another. He could do this. He knew he could. Finishing the round would be great.

Finishing the triathlon in its entirety would be better.

But finishing the triathlon in top three would be the dream come true.

Howard ran across the ship the best he could, but fatigue was starting to catch up with him. Only the adrenaline a fire producing plant provided saw him through the second round of running. Instinct would play a hand too as he relied on his quick reflexes that both sports and his race had honed over the years, but it was a slow process. Usually he would have been able to speed through something like this, bouncing around like a house cat as he dodged the small flames erupting from such peculiar plants. But now it was as if someone had tied weights to his ankles. Somehow he managed to get through it, but the gas tank was running on fumes.

Howard turned and began to prepare for the last lap around the ship. This was simple. Just run and get it done as fast as he could. However, as soon as he began to jog his body would not cooperate. A stitch caught his side and a cramp sized his hamstring. He limped and hopped, but there was no way he was going to make it through this lap without a rest. It nearly killed the competitive teen to watch others finish it, but he had not choice. He should have trained harder. Went on more jogs or done more cardio. He would have to reprimand himself later through. For now he had to catch his breath and massage out the cramp before he could continue. Soon enough he would try again.

Action: Retrying Round 2 Level 3
Stats: STA - 11 | EVA - 12 | STR - 15 | WIS - 0 | ARCP - 0 | ACC - 18
Abilities: Fangs, Claw & Bite | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura | Blindvision | Keen Smell