NAME: Asd Elmalk Leo
CLASS: Undetermined
RANK: Novice
MANA POOL: [210/210] (+50)
MANA STRENGTH: [Mild Lvl 3] (+1)
MANA CONNECTION: [Strong lvl 1]
MANA CONTROL: [Weak lvl 5] (+2)
ATTRIBUTES: Earth(Summon)// Fire(Solar)// Wind(Sound)
SKILLS: {Star-Fire Mastery lvl 1}
SPELLS:
MANA INTERFACE:[Lvl 1 Tattoo]
Asd looked at his stat page with a contemplative look on his face. It's been two days since the incident and Hogrin had not come to look for him like promised. Instead he had sent a message and asked Asd to stay put and to lay low until today. That was not a good idea, keeping a Were cooped up this close to the full moon was a really bad idea and Asd has been feeling rather irritable. Not even the Discovery that he was actually a Triskele Mage seemed to soothe him as it meant he really was talented beyond his own understanding.
There was so much he wanted to do with his freedom, now he could do even more than that. He dismissed the screen and made his way out of the dorm room. He was unable to meet up with Rhea due to rumors going around. Apparently he had gone crazy during class and set a student on fire. No one seemed willing to mention that he had been or rather was being tortured in the process of an enlightenment and that the burn was just a reflex action in his part.
But the rumor was determined to paint him as the devil, as the uncivilized beast that was now taking a chance to lash out at it's betters after being let off it's leash. The whole situation was something he has learnt to deal with during his time as a slave. But right now he didn't or rather couldn't deal with it, so he was heading for a class that might help him blow off some steam, because whether he would like to admit or not, at the moment; he really wanted to hit something or better yet someone.
"I thought I told you to never return to my class again!" A scathing voice called out as Asd walked right back in to combat class.
"What can I say; I really missed your pale bloodsucking leech of a face Professor Chelsea." Asd replied as he took a seat in front of her, noticing and choosing to ignore the ten other students in class.
Chelsea raised an eyebrow at that, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to be angry at him. Opposed to other people, she was not so steeped in the discrimination going about. She was a warrior and due to that she saw life in a different manner than others, and beyond that she understood what it meant to be discriminated against. She was a dhamphir; half vampire half human, and that was something her pure blood vampire noble family could not accept, and it was made even worse when she's the only heir to their title.
"Well take a seat then, you can stay behind after the class is over…..then we can have a more 'physical discussion'." Her words could be read in a varsity of ways but no one in their right mind would think a vampire had intentions of bedding a Were, they smelt horribly to each other. Plus Weres weren't the kind to sleep around, they had mates that they would be bonded to for life, so frolicking around, worst of all with a vampire was akin to swimming in toxic sewage.
"The majority of you here are all nobles so you all would have to learn sword craft and shield craft. But die to the fact that you're also mages, you would need training with daggers and small knives, movement and staffs. Now there is no weapons more powerful than the other, there's just the right weapon for you or weapons for those who find themselves multi talented when it comes to weapons.
Now the truth is the most balanced weapon to use is a sword. A spear has more reach and for those of you heading for the military that's a class you would have to take. But as far as blades or weapons go a sword is the weapon of balance and as such if is the king of them all. However depending on the sword you choose to use, your style of fighting could and would be entirely unique.
Those that are really strong like our Werelion friends here, are made for the Broad, Bastard, Great and Buster swords. Those swords are extremely large and heavy and would only see mastery in the hands of someone capable of using it. In his hands those swords would be like a long sword in yours. And if he does decides to use a longsword, especially one not made with special materials, his strength would ruin the blade, but his speed would make him unstoppable with it. So today you call go to the wall over there and pick a sword, and then step out to the back where a couple of training dummies are present. No one leaves until you've struck the dummy with 100 thrusts, 100 slash, and 100 slaps with the flat side of your blade….now move!
This was the second time he has been in this class, and unlike then first time it didn't seem as if Professor Chelsea wanted to make things difficult for him due to his race. Nonetheless he welcomed the physical activity as he picked up long sword, not at caring about the looks she or the rest of the students gave him. Weres were so strong that even their females used massive weapons like axes and the read buster swords.
But that was thousands of years ago when they still had their continent to themselves and we're just fighting for their survival. Asd was here to break down the stereotype about Weres, so he was going to meant magic and use a Longsword, it didn't matter what anyone else felt was right, this was right for him. He face the training doll that seemed to be made from metal and took a deep breath. The longsword in his hand was actually blunt but it didn't matter, it was more than enough. And so began and extremely long day of hacking, stabbing, slapping and slashing, over and over and over again.