Chapter 196: Fives Company (1/2)
Mike sized his new enemies up, while holding his mana at the ready. When the standoff broke, he would need to move quickly. There were four individuals who stood out from among the small horde of Tenundian soldiers were surging around him. From the looks of it, they had devoted an entire team of highly competent individuals to take him on.
[Should I be grateful?]
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Orin Fald
Age: 43
Race: Human
Class: Steelsouled Disciple
Title: Master of the Empty Fist
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The first was a short and unassuming man, whose head had been shaved completely bald, and was, by all appearances unarmed. In fact, he wore little more than simple traveling clothes, but there was an unmistakable aura of power surrounding him. While the rest of the Tenundians were keeping their distance, he strode forward unconcernedly.
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Lorelia Garington
Age: 30
Race: Human
Class: Angrosh's Herald
Title: Favored of the Unconquered
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The second was as surprisingly large woman, whose muscular frame dwarfed those around her. Scars crisscrossed her bared arms and face, with a particularly nasty one cutting through her left eye, obviously rendering it blind. Short, poorly cut red hair and sun burnished skin gave her an air of savage vitality that spoke volumes on her personality when coupled with her battered breastplate and her massive, heavily notched club made of a bronze-like metal. A cocky grin was plastered on her face as she pushed through the crowd.
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Calian Andras
Age: 22
Race: Human (Demon)
Class: Demon Binder
Title: He of Blended Soul
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Third was a slender and pale man with pitch black hair, garbed similarly colored leather armor. While keeping his emotionless gaze fixed on Mike, he slowly started circling around at the edges of his perception. Judging from his class, title, and bloodline, he was probably some kind of Pact Mage, but it was a little hard to take him seriously with that get up.
[Slap on a little eyeliner and he could be the lead singer for an emo band.]
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Salubrious Wren
Age: 25
Race: Human
Class: Fen Shaman
Title: Gold Ranked Adventurer
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The final member of the team was a small and slightly mousy looking woman dressed in a travel stained robe of greenish-brown. A wide brim hat obscured most of her features, but Mike could see a pale and slightly freckled face. Unlike the other three, she looked more afraid than confident, and was currently in the middle of panicking, eyes darting around as if to hunt for an escape route.
[Quite the diverse group we have here, and at least one of them is a Rank 6 adventurer, although she doesn't seem to really fit the role that well. Probably mercenaries, now that I think about it.]
He glanced back at his dragon mount to see that Red had broken free of muck, and was now ready to launch himself into the air. All he was waiting for was Mike to join him.
[Go ahead and take care of the siege weapons. I'll draw their attention. Just let me know when you are done.]