Ronin's power

In a classless game, with the possibility of everyone having access to magic, there was curiosity in the audience as to what role exactly the mage-type players would take.

So far, they had been at a clear disadvantage; even part of the sanctuary trials were more a matter of adaptation, fighting, and understanding, than the ability to acquire Mystical knowledge, or so most thought.

"I don't know how good a player your friend is, but Wholgan is one of the ones who has come out best in the tutorial, as far as affinities are concerned." Zendra said as Ronin lazily moved his thin, rickety figure, and headed to the ring.

Ronin didn't really look like a fighter, he looked like someone who would be more comfortable in the middle of a large library than in a combat arena.

"Well, from the character of that idiot Wholgan, I guess he's a battle mage... But our Ronin has other skills." Darius looked at Zendra as she told him this.