Grave

"Pleasure to meet you, Jonathan." I met the blond player with a smile, and grinned wider when he mentioned the quest. "Funny thing, I just received that quest also. The more the merrier, I say!" I exclaimed with a fist in the air. "Do not worry about doing damage, I can do a lot of it. If you ever need healing, though, I do have some points in First Aid." I mentioned with a thumbs up. Jonathan began to equip his equipment, and I followed suit, materializing the Vanishing Dragon, Albion Claws and Dragon Amulet onto my body, now an imposing white draconic figure with glaring golden eyes and crimson spheres set into my shoulders and chest. It was probably obvious by now that I lacked a weapon. Jonathan asked if I had Grandmastered anything yet, and I chuckled as we walked, before I answered. "I am proudly the first player in Aincrad to Grandmaster Martial Arts." I explained with yet another thumbs up, pointing a black talon to the sky as I took clunky steps towards our destination.

I nodded in agreement. "I agree, many of the players are quite toxic and aggressive when it comes to planning. As for Macradon, he is a natural born leader. He was the third in command when Mack took second, and now that Mack's gone AWOL, Mac's had to take his spot." I explained with idle waves of my hand. "Mm, you are right, we probably should have... unless it is not one many know of." I suggested with a shrug, simply spitballing. I followed Itzal into the Colosseum, sidling up to the wall as we entered. The boy threw a rock to test the center, and nothing happened. "Hmm..." I hummed as I thought, before Itzal broke into my bubble when he suggested we get our gear on. I nodded and opened my inventory with a gentle ringing sound, dragging my amulet, armor and gauntlets onto the status page mannequin. Heavy, white, dragon-like armor encompassed me from head to toe with a spined tail-like appendage descending from the back of my neck. Black claw-like gauntlets sat under the sleeves of the armor, and I felt the thick, round amulet rest on my chest under the armor. I looked to Itzal, the golden eyes of the helmet peering at him as I nodded.

(My armor's also in my journal in my equipment)

I heard a voice question my use of Hikari's nickname, and I turned with a raised eyebrow to see the blond player. "Hm?" I asked, tilting my head. "Hikoru? Never heard the name." I sighed, scratching the back of my neck. "No, this little furball's name is Hikari, or Hik for short." I told him with a smile, scratching under Hikari's chin, eliciting a squeaking purr-like sound. "If you are looking for this Hikoru person, sorry I cannot be of much help." I apologized, not entirely sure why he seemed so interested when I said 'Hik'. He seemed to be sizing me up as we spoke, and looked like he was keeping his distance; he appeared to be wary of me. I did the same... and did not see why he was so wary; he seemed close in level to me, if not higher. "I apologize, I should introduce myself. My name is Grave." I greeted him with a smile, hoping I could find out more about this player.

I scratched the back of my head and grinned. "Yeah... I guess you are right. Taking a holiday is much better than running yourself ragged after all," I agreed, feeling Itzal's comforting hand on my shoulder. "Still though... I need to catch back up to the frontlines. I was high leveled enough before I left, I need to regain that status." I explained with a slight shrug. Itzal asked if I had been at that Colosseum before, and I shook my head. "No, this place is new to me, even though I have been up here countless times. I might actually end up moving shop," I mentioned, my hands nonchalantly behind my head. I snickered when Itzal mentioned dwarves. "Mm, that would be interesting. I do hope they are somewhere in this damned castle," I agreed with a toothy smile. Itzal suggested the arena was either a dungeon or a quest and I bit my lip in thought. "Hmm... I do not know, it does not exude the same aura that a dungeon does, and besides, most dungeons are underground. This one is completely open air, though... so it is likely to be a quest." I explained and placed my hands on my hips, stepping a little further into the shadow of the arch. "What do you think? Want to take a peek?"

I watched Husky leap from a well-found flanking position, leaping into the fight with one of my personal favorite Sword Arts, <<Acupuncture>>. "Good job!" I shouted at Husky as he struck the blazing creature, a large chunk disappearing from the semi-circular green bar beside the monster's head. Now, though, Byakko's focus would be on Husky, which I shone a wry grimace at. "Alright, come get some!" I challenged the tiger, rushing headlong at him-

But he simply leaped above my head height and pressed his searing paws against the back of my white armor, using me as a springboard to launch himself at Husky. Tumbling to a stable position, I watched as Byakko tackled Husky to the ground, sending red pixels flying from his body. "Get off him you ass!" I cursed the tiger and charged the tiger, grappling it from behind and tossing it aside with a heavy huff. I reached down to my friend to help him out. "You alright?" I asked with a smile.

+1 EN

ID: 70932 | BD: 4 | MD: 8 | CD: 9

+2 Recovery EN

+5 Battle Healing

60 - 30 = 30 DMG to Husky + 14 Thorns to Byakko

Party
Grave: 560/560 HP | 54/56 EN | D: 12 | M: 36 | Rec: 2 | CC: 1 | Reg: 18 | BLD: 24 | BH: 5 
[H: 1] Husky: 290/320 HP | 22/32 EN | D: 10 | M: 30 | THR: 14 | ACC: 1 | HM: 1

Enemies
Byakko: 86/150 HP | D: 60 | M: 40 | Critical Special: Burn - Half of damage dealt is burn damage

I shook my head and chuckled. "Time passes too fast in here. It has been at least two months." I agreed. He mentioned he was level forty three, and my eyes almost bulged out of my head; the exaggerated expressions of SAO would not have helped my case with that either. "Woah..." I sighed, clenching my fists in fury at myself. How could I have let myself lag behind so much?! He asked about me and I sighed, scratching the back of my neck and pouting. "I, uh... have not leveled up once since our meeting. Still only level twenty eight." I explained with a groan, looking away out of envy and embarrassment. "You left me in the dust, man." I turned back to him with a self-pitying simper. "Guess that is what I get for rolling over and dying under a rock."

A beeping in my ear rang loud and clear, a sound that only I could hear - an alarm I had set to wake myself, and consequently the bundle of orange fur curled up on my chest. I sat up with a start, sending the now alert and obviously pissed off - Hikari had her horn lowered at me from across the room - weasel sprawling from my bed. "Crap, sorry Hikari." I apologized with a sheepish grin and turned to tap the crimson wall, raising the lighting of the circular diner to an appropriate morning glow. I slipped out of my bed behind the counter and slid it under the small compartment underneath; it would be embarrassing if a customer saw a bed behind the counter. I crept up to the squeaking weasel and scooped her up, avoiding the horn she had atop her head. "Alright, calm down girl." I told her and stroked her tail, drawing a purr from deep within her chest and causing her surprisingly thick tail to split in two at the end and reveal the transparent orb within. Having successfully pacified her, I placed her on the counter, began stretching and-

THUNK

I felt the wind of a projectile whip my bare torso and heard said projectile pierce the wall behind me. That was not right, the wall was meant to be an immortal object... I turned towards the wall as I swept through my inventory, equipping my black double-breasted coat, tugging at the elongated collar. I grabbed the arrow that had sunk into the wall and drew it out carefully, watching the wall quickly reseal itself. There was a message wrapped around the arrow;

"Adventurer,

We elves have been at war with the treants for a long time, and ultimately the people of the forest have taken our homes from us and made them their own. Please assist us. Take out the treants and take back our homes. If you accept our request, come to the small settlement at the edge of the Forest of Wavering Mist."

A window popped up with the quest name '<<Elvish Rivalries>>', and the all too familiar accept and decline buttons below. I had to do something that day, right? With a smile, I tapped the blue circle button, and a message flashed saying I had accepted the quest. "Alright, Hik, shall we head out?"

@Morgenstern

My eyes could not stop flitting to the large circular structure that seemed to be the staple of the town, so to satisfy my own curiosity, I shrugged and headed towards the Colosseum, seeing no harm in exploring. Even the buildings around me were heavily Greek-inspired, as well as the NPCs, and what seemed to be players appeared to have taken on the same cultural idea. Finally the arch set into the front of the Colosseum as a doorway loomed overhead, and I began to take my first step into the structure's shadow-

 "Hey! Grave! Long time no see!"

I whirled around when I heard he familiar voice, my coat swishing as I spun. My silver-blue eyes locked onto the player approaching the Colosseum, and I smiled widely; it was Itzal. But the armor he was wearing... it looked so much more powerful than what he wore the last time I had seen him... considering I had been hiding away for quite some time. "Itzal! It has been a long time!" I called back as he approached, flourishing my hands to point out his armour. "Geez... what level are you now? I have been hiding under a rock for too long, you look like you have surpassed me." I complimented him with a grin.

I had visited the seventh floor many a time, and as I had said before, the thought of moving my store up was certainly tempting, but the welcoming, familiar atmosphere of Delilah kept me anchored down below. On one occasion of adventuring through the seventh floor, I decided to scout further out and came across a strange new city, quite Greek-styled with a large Colosseum being the main attraction. Scratching my chin, I opened my map and hovered over the large spot that had now appeared on the blue grid; Rig. With a shrug, I entered the town, starting to explore the new settlement. How long it had been there, I had no idea, but it was entirely new to me.

@Itzal

Taking this alongside @Itzal

Husky mentioned his lack of comfort with weapons other than his own two hands. "Ah, I see." I agreed with a nod. "Well, it is good to know in the case that you must fight against another player, that way you know the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy's weapon." I explained with a smile, having done PvP on a couple occasions myself. I continued to follow Husky through the forest towards the boss...

And there he was, blazing in all his glory, creating an image more of a flaming volcano than a firepit, as I had imagined initially. "Woah..." I sighed in amazement and ducked behind a tree beside Husky. "Alright, just going to equip my gear." I told him and swished my hand across the white and gold menus, dragging my amulet, armour and newly made gauntlets onto the mannequin on my status page. In a flash of white, I was covered in a hulking white suit of armour, styled like a white dragon, with black claw-like gauntlets under the 'sleeves' and a large amulet hanging around my neck. The crimson orbs upon my shoulders and in my chest flashed viciously and I grinned underneath the ivory helmet. "Let us do this." My voice rang out metallic and somewhat scratchy, a tone befitting of the armour. I swiftly wheeled around the tree and confronted Byakko, his name and health bars popping up beside him as I approached.

His searing eyes burned holes into me, and it was hard not to turn from the glare; it was a pity I had forgotten to bring my Snowfrost with me. I shook my head, the tail-like appendage attached to the back rattling, and rushed towards Byakko, charging with my fists low to the ground. I was going to initiate with my second-most powerful Sword Art; Falcon Jab, and-

But he was too quick.

Before I could even fall into position to begin the Sword Art, Byakko had leaped over my head in a single bound and lashed at me with a blazing claw, striking my armour and knocking me across the forest. "Crap!" I shouted as I quickly anchored myself, staring up at my HP; he had dealt very little damage, and what is more - I was already healing at a rapid rate.

ID: 70826 | BD: 3 | MD: 8

60 - 36 = 24 DMG to Grave

+18 Regen, +5 Battle Healing

Party
Grave: 559/560 HP (He essentially did 1 damage XD) | 54/56 EN | D: 12 | M: 36 | Rec: 2 | CC: 1 | Reg: 18 | BLD: 24 | BH: 5 
Husky: ???

Enemies
Byakko: 150/150 HP | D: 60 | M: 40 | Critical Special: Burn - Half of damage dealt is burn damage

I have a few items in my inventory I need to get rid of, so I intend to sell them off, auction style. Once I've decided on what item goes to who, I'll give the item(s) to them in either IC threads or my shop.

Coat of the Wild Spirit (Perfect Light Armour - Body): A long gray overcoat with Korean writting on the back that say( 야생 정신 ) 'Wild Spirit'. Its easy to move in while offering protection and retaliation. In the area of the breast pocket there is a white crowned lion logo, the usual trademark of the shop its been made in. (1 Thorns, 1 MIT, 1 EVA) (Starting at 300 Col)

Titan's Grasp (Perfect T2 Armour - Cestuses): A pair of quite oversized-looking steel fists, that while worn normally look quite comical, look utterly terrifying when paired with a beefy set of armour. They pack enough 'punch' (literally) to level boulders in no time, but lack much other utility - Reference (6 Unarmed Damage) (Starting at 600 Col)

Crimson Wolf (Perfect T2 Armour - Hand Wraps): A set of scarlet hand wraps that cover the entire hand, with grey fur running along the back. Aesthetic, golden claw-like appendages sit at the end of each finger, dealing no more damage than the rest of the hand.  On the top side of the right handwrap a semi transparent white crowned logo is discreetly placed, the usual branding from the manufacturing shop. (6 Unarmed Damage) (Starting at 600 Col)

Corrupted Crystal (Perfect Lucky Charm): A dark dark blue crystal with a molten red core which make the crystal look like it's breaking apart,with a black chain used to wear as a necklace. (2 ACC, 1 EVA) (Starting at 200 Col)

Name your prices!

Macradon handed me the gauntlets and smiled with a nod, slipping my hands into them; they fit like literal gloves. I flexed my fingers, getting my hands used to moving around in the flexible metallic material, before swiping in the air, opening the menu and equipping them to the mannequin on my status page, letting the game register them as proper equipment. They shined as they attached themselves to my fists and I felt the raw, bestial power within them, like a writhing dragon with a raging bloodlust. "They are amazing." I complimented the blacksmith's work, unequipping them before the tempting power got to my head.

"Hmm..." I considered Mac's request, scratching my chin. "Well..." I was about to tell him about my shortage of mats, until he palmed over a small sack of materials and I shook my head with a grin. "Consider it done." I scooped the bag up with a chuckle and headed out, waving over my shoulder.

+1 Albion Claws
+35 Materials

I did not move fast enough. The ogre's rage combined with its fresh awareness having just come out of a stun let it unleash a fast, powerful strike that caught my entire body and launched me across the grass. I tumbled several times and grunted as I hit the earth, before I planted my gauntlets against the earth like anchors to halt my rolling. I skidded to a stop and huffed, feeling much less damaged than I thought I would be; the Vanishing Dragon had decent mitigation it seemed, but I would likely need to focus on my Heavy Armour skill to boost it enough for raid bosses.

I looked at Zandra as she engaged in combat with her own ogre, much more menacing than mine. "Yes, let us." I agreed to Zandra's comment with a smile and rushed headlong at my foe, dragging one weighted fist along the ground like a plough. I stopped sharply at the ogre's feet and crouched low, my fist down behind me. He rose his club in a terrifying display of dominance... but he should have moved. White energy pulsated from my spherical gauntlet, undulating in a manner as of gradually gaining power. As he gauntlet shine a fierce ivory, I shot back up, swinging my fist around in a hook, a searing hot trail behind.

The top tier Martial Arts Sword Art, All Might; a single, devastating punch with the power to-

BOOM

My fist collided with the ogre's jaw, and instead of smashing straight through the creature, a small-scale sonic boom threatened to uplift the earth around me, spreading out wide across the grass, before rushing back in to the point of contact and blasting the ogre mercilessly and unceremoniously into microscopic data smithereens. With a chuckle, I sighed and turned to face Zandra and her opponent.

That felt amazing.

+1 EN

ID: 70807 | BD: 7 | MD: 9 | CD: 10

Recovery +2 EN

70 + 1 - 36 = 35 DMG to Grave

+18 HP Regen

Sword Art Used - All Might: 14 x 1 x 15 - 25 = 210 - 25 = 185 DMG to Ogre (16 EN)

Party:
[H: RESET] Grave: 543/560 HP | EN: 34/56 | D: 14 | M: 36 | Rec: 2 | Combat Craft: 1 | Regen: 18

Enemies:
Ogre: -30/200 HP | D: 70 | M: 25

LD: 17 = 1 Material

Itzal posed a thoughtful and positive answer, and I smiled. "Yeah... you are right. I will just have to believe they are still out there somewhere, fighting for the sake of Aincrad like I am." I agreed with an enthusiastic nod, turning to stare off across the plains, wondering where in Aincrad they might be. "Exactly, the game grants everyone a free pass to some form of self defence. Whether they use it to its potential or not is another question." I agreed pensively, tempted to cross my arms, but that would prove to be a difficult task with the giant balls attached to my fists. Itzal's strikes began to rain down upon the rock, and it seemed he managed to score a lucky Total Critical, as the rock simply gave way under his fist rather than cracking. "Nice job!" I complimented him with a smile, patting him on the back just lightly enough to not give myself an orange cursor; any friendly action had to be cautious at the maximum rank of Martial Arts.

Finally it was my turn, and I had to finish it off. I stood before the mere remainders of the boulder and reared one fist back, winding my muscles like a spring, then launched forward like a bolt-action rifle, slamming my steel-coated fist into the rock and shattering the last of it. As I huffed and puffed, a small window popped up, simply declaring '<<Breaking the Unbreakable>> Complete!'. Of course, Itzal's would be showing the fruits of his efforts; some skill points and most importantly, the Martial Arts skill.

I pointed my index and middle finger of my right hand out inside my gauntlet and swiped down, removing the gauntlets from the blank mannequin that was displayed, storing Titan's Grasp away with a brief shimmer of light. I held my fist out to Itzal in a friendly manner. "Good job. I expect you to make good use of that skill now." I teased with a grin and tilted my head.

+1 EN

ID: 70806 | BD: 8 (Lady Luck is smilin')

14 DMG to Boulder (1 EN)

Grave: 55/56

Rock: -11/50

LD: 3 = Nothing

@Itzal

It had not been long since I ordered my special new gauntlets from Macradon the blacksmith, but knowing his efficiency I was confident he had them finished. I swished through the door quietly, in my casual black clothing instead of my clunky white, draconic armour and waited my turn. After Mac had finished with his other customers, I approached with a wide grin, pressing my palms to the counter. "So... my gauntlets done?" I asked in possibly a more obnoxious manner than I had intended.

Itzal rose a good argument... but there was one problem. "I never added them. We logged in mere seconds before the start of this death game, and to be honest... I actually never got their usernames, so even checking the monument would be useless, come to think of it." I sighed with a deep, distant sense of longing and guilt. As Itzal began to whale on the rock again, he spoke of his experience after the announcement, and I contemplated it for a moment. "Huh... that is actually a smart way of thinking about it. Although, the risk of death is slightly higher here... but so are our chances of survival if we play our cards right." I agreed with a nod and looked to the boulder again. Rather than pulling some spectacular attack like my last two strikes, I instead aimed for a simple approach, feeling the intense movement was too exhausting. On my third attempt, I simply walked up to the boulder, holding both fists back behind my head, and brought them crashing straight down into the boulder. I felt a sudden burst of power flood into the rock, signifying the presence of a critical hit, and almost the rest of the boulder gave way, leaving only a small portion left. "Phew... nearly there."

+1 EN

ID: 70798 | BD: 10 (I swear, my luck'll run out on my next one XD)

14 + 2 = 16 DMG to Boulder (1 EN)

Grave: 55/56

Rock: 6/50

"Here goes!" I began to fall into position to start one of my more powerful Sword Arts; Full Cowl. He was going to be an easy target with the stun still locking his virtual body up... but I heard the clanking of heavy metal nearby and diverted my attention to see some kind of dragon warrior, clad in black, glowing armor and wielding an oversized axe with a bird familiar soaring overhead. I looked closer and recognized a familiar face; she seemed to have noticed me too. I should have known putting on the Vanishing Dragon helmet would have been a good idea. "H-hey, Zandra!" I called out and waved a heavy, ball-shaped fist, completely forgetting the ogre behind me. "Long time no see! Seems like you have gotten quite the armor upgrade!" I commented across the grass as she drew closer... and began to turn as slowly as a rusty screw when a grumbling, throaty groan rose from behind me. The ogre was relaxing out of the stun and drawing up to his full height. "Ahh, crap..." I cursed myself and backed up into a ready stance, hoping Zandra was not going to swoop in and take the kill.

+1 EN

ID: 70796 | BD: 3 | MD: STUN

Party:
[H: 1] Grave: 560/560 HP | NRG: 47/56 | D: 14 | M: 36 | Rec: 2 | Combat Craft: 1 | Regen: 18

Enemies:
Ogre: 155/200 HP | D: 70 | M: 25

Itzal apologized for the questions and I waved at him with a smile. "Hey, no sweat, I am happy to answer your questions." I reassured him kindly, before watching him have at the boulder once more, obviously impressed by the oversized chunk I had managed to shatter. He asked about my first reaction and my eyes took to the sky as I stood still for a pensive moment. "Well... I cannot say I was that shattered. I did not have a job, did not have any specific hobbies... all I was doing was leeching off of a group of my Japanese friends." I responded with a self-loathing sigh. "You know... I should really check the monument. See if they are still around..." I muttered in a wayward manner. "So to me, while it was a shock and the threat of death is no matter to be taken lightly, I felt like I could be of more use here than anywhere else." I explained with a simper, watching the boy finally chip the rock.

I gently ushered Itzal away from the rock and stood back, raising my heavily weighted fists in front of my face, before taking a lunging step forward. I used my momentum to propel myself into a quick spin, keeping my fists close to my body so as not to slow my winding manoeuvre, before planting my left foot firmly into the ground to halt the spin, swinging one of my armored fists forward to send it crashing into the boulder once more, taking yet another chunk from the rocky foe. I back up and huffed, feeling the weight of the gauntlets begin to bear down on me. "These things... are heavy." I panted and looked to Itzal.

+1 EN

ID: 70795 | BD: 7 | CD: 12

Recovery +2 EN

14 DMG to Boulder (1 EN)

Grave: 55/56

Rock: 22/50

"Grave, you never lost me to begin with."

Those words hit me like a tank, but I understood them so well. I had not lost her; she was still on my friend list the whole time. If I really had lost her she would have removed any connection to me from the start. I smiled and waved back at her as she headed back out into the shifting crowds. Besides, I would be seeing her again... on the frontlines. I was getting stronger, and I was so close to fighting alongside her. Soon enough, seeing her would be a regular thing as the floor clearing frontier began to progress upward. And maybe I could find some time later down the track to send her a message or two... the thought was nice, but reality made the dream less possible. "See you later." I muttered with a smile and allowed myself to get lost in the crowd not long after her, sliding my hands into my coat pockets as I drifted aimlessly,

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Thread Completion Rewards:
Opal: 200 Col + 1 SP
Grave: 200 Col + 1 SP

Itzal asked about my choice of weapons, and I simply waved the bell-like gauntlets in a shrug. "No, just spheres of pure metal. I do not believe pointed appendages on Martial Arts weapons do any more damage than spherical gauntlets." I explained with a sigh and dropping the heavy weights to the ground. Itzal began striking the rock rapidly; it was obvious he was more build for speed and not giving and taking damage. He seemed to give up and asked a question about my chosen weapon style, causing me to tilt my head to the sky and think momentarily. "Well... it just seemed like a useful skill to have, and unique nonetheless. I had seen no one use it prior to me gaining the skill, so I thought 'why not?'. It also means that if I do head down another weapon path, I always have a backup if I am disarmed." I elaborated and took position in front of the rock. I crouched low and wound my body tightly, one gauntlet in front and one behind, before unwinding like a screw, swinging one of my gauntlets around and sending it crashing into the rock and taking out an enormous chunk from the side, the smithereens strew across the floor, before disassembling into sapphire data. "How about that?" I turned to Itzal with a confident grin.

+1 EN

ID: 70733 | BD: 7 | CD: 12

Recovery +2 EN

14 DMG to Boulder (1 EN)

Grave: 55/56

Rock: 36/50

I looked as Khry took another fighting stance - it seemed to change every time. He swung at the rock with all his power, and I almost even felt the wind move with his strike... and yet the boulder's rugged structure held firm. "Ouch..." I winced and sighed, coming up next to Khrysaor and tapping at the fissure in the rock. "Try and aim for this." I explained, raising my arm and bringing it down to explain, only for the demonstration to lock my arm in between too pieces of rock jutting out from within. "Oh crap..." I whimpered as I tried yanking my arm out. "Not good."

Regen +1 EN

ID: 70732 | BD: 1 (Really now =_=)

Grave: 25/27 EN

Boulder: 23/50 HP

I stroked my chin as Macradon proposed the price. It wasn't too pricey to begin with, let alone with the discount. "That is actually a lot cheaper than I was expecting." I told the warrior with a chuckle and swiped my inventory open, the familiar ringing chiming in my ears as I took a look at my current Col and material count. I only had ten materials, but it was unlikely I would require them any time soon. I skipped my fingers across a few buttons and materialised five materials, the fifth as a personal tip. "Here you go Mac." I offered with a smile, throwing the small bag into the bench.

-5 Materials

Usually Mack was my go-to blacksmith... but due to his sudden scarce activity, I had to find someone else. And who better than another Knight? I entered the store by the name of 'The Blazing Typhoon' and looked towards the owner at the counter towards the back of the main room. "Macradon, I require your services." I called out to the white-haired blacksmith with a salute and pressed my palms on the bench. "It may be a bit of a tall order, but I am willing to pay the price." I told Mac with a wide grin, and began to list my request off:

Name: Albion Claws
Type: Heavy Armour (Gauntlets)
Rarity: Perfect
Tier: 2
Enhancements: Unarmed Damage x2 (4 DMG), Bleed x1 (24 Bleed damage for two turns on 9 or 10)
Description: A pair of black claw-like gauntlets that slide in underneath the 'sleeves' of the Vanishing Dragon. As much as they are claws, the tips do no more damage than attacks with the fists or feet.

Itzal seemed surprised at my mention of whiskers; he did not even know what was on his own face, so even that was a mystery to him. I beckoned to Itzal and led him to the boulder he would need to smash for the <<Martial Arts>> Skill. "Yes, this is it." I explained and gave it a few light taps with my fingers, before backing off and swiping my middle and index fingers through the air, a chime echoing in my ears as I brought the menu down and equipped my Titan's Grasp; a pair of temporary gauntlets before I received the rest of my frontlining gear. They were oversized bells of metal that covered my hands, looking almost comically heavy. I flexed my fingers within the hollow steel spheres, feeling their raw power from within. "You take the first strike." I offered to Itzal while I got used to carrying the huge weapons.

ID: 70471 | BD: 4

Grave: 54/56

Rock: 50/50