"Face the wrath of my lightning, you outworlder!"
The Lightning Mage thrust out his wielding hand, summoning a ball of lightning on the round head of his scepter, and blasting straight at the traitorous Hero.
Percival activated ⸢Radiant Guard⸥, creating a silver shield that took and absorbed the brunt of thunder ball.
As the sparks and acrid smoke erupted, Percival swung his sword, blasting out in a sudden attack. ⸢Flash Strike⸥ blitzed him toward the Mage, cleaving across his chest.
The Mage drew backwards.
He glanced down at his chest plate. A searing red line burned there for a while, before evaporating.
Percival, now standing with his sword held low, narrowed his eyes.
The Highbards monopoly on Awakener Equipment was clearly how this Mage had gotten such high quality armor.
"What exactly is this Necromancer Class?" the Mage asked with a scoff. "If I didn't know better I would have taken you for a Swordsman."
Percival offered no reply. He was a statue of cold intent.
