Abalasster meddled with his rapier as he stood at the threshold between the Town of Beginnings and the open wild. He gazed out, captivated by where he once used to frolic, but now was too scared to leave the safety of his walls. His desire of adventure was clashing with his opposite desire to not take a risk. It was an easy decision to make, but Abalasster remained planted at the edge of civilization and chaos.
"Oh c'mon" Abalasster said under his breath, "It's not that hard, just choose".
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Battle: 7
Mob: 6
Abalasster 118/200 (120/200) En 4/20 (0/20)
Boar 8/100 (0/100)
Abalasster moved over to the boar and stood above it, rapier in hand. The boar was wheezing for air, and struggling to get back up onto its feet. That was, until it made eye contact with Abalasster. The two carried a stoic expression upon their faces, both knowing what was above to occur. The boar looked up to Abalasster, and in its eyes, he still saw hate. This boar would strike h