KnightessCiela

Ph * * * Ciela takes a share and offers: The Very Innapropriately Shaped Glizzy (5/6) | ID: 245863 | T4 Demonic Feast | MIT III | OH 1 Ciela also consumes: T4 Immolation Potion * * * PT Skills: 2 Ranks of Resolute, 2 Ranks of Reflective as well as the stats listed in the big block below KnightessCiela | HP: 780/780 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 8 | MIT:225 | ACC:3 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | T

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[NEW] Thread Closing Template Word Count EXP (WPE): [Word Count]/5 Pages Col (PC): 400 * page (20 Posts) count <<PLAYER>> receives the following: Tier: Player’s True Tier EXP: [WCE * Tier] + [quest] + [other bonuses] Col: [PC/numPlayer] (unless otherwise agreed on by participants) + [other bonuses] Mats: (If applicable) Items: (If applicable) Other Thread Rewards: (Skills and such) For PT/Event all participating characters get 1 Mon If you're in a guild together you get 1 Guild token If you're in a guild you receive 1% of final EXP and Col (Percent

"She's struggling. Though I did expect a little pushback, I didn't expect this much." * * * Training Perlita; ID: 255469 | CD: 2 Failure! Successful Training Post 2/3 CD Requirement: 7 5 3

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A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Ciela tilted her head, smirk spreading like wildfire across her lips as Belregor’s blade came down harder, faster, angrier than before. “Ohhh, that got you to hurt me, huh? Don’t like being emasculated, do ya champ?” Her tone was razor sharp, teasing, each word dipped in venom and mockery. She laughed, low and cruel, letting it ring out just to get under his armored skin. “Too damn bad. All you’re doing is proving my point. I'm packing more than you are.” She stared at him with the confidence of someone who already knew they weren't winning this fight unless she kept his attention, but as long

Ciela’s gaze locked on Belregor, molten fury churning in her chest. Her dark brown eyes shifted, glowing an ominous, fiery red. The edgy bastard had the gall, the absolute and sheer audacity, to hurt the people she cared about, and she would not stand for it. Heat rose in her throat until it burst free in a rage-filled, guttural scream, far louder and more savage than the one she’d unleashed in the first round. This one dripped with wrath, power, and an unyielding promise of payback. “Alright, you glorified fucking tin can,” she snarled, her voice sharp enough to cut steel. “Come at me. W