Bandit Raid!

Name: Vivian Aescerna

Race: Elf (?)

Age: 11

Strength: 90

Agility: 100

Intelligence: 89

Mana: 250

Stamina: 142

Skill: Bell Of @%#:#&#

Skill Rank: [REDACTED]

Occupation: Starlight Mage

Tier: 1

Abilities: Camouflage (25/75), Basic Arithmetic (1/10), Basic Wind Magic (1/10), Basic White Magic (1/10), Star Magic (1/???),

Titles: Survivor, Tenacious Will, Bell Ringer

Okay, what on Earadun is THIS!? I get that she can use magic and whatnot, but 11!? There reason why we can only use Magic after we turn 18!

Unable to believe what he had just witnessed, Dunavn wanted to share this information with Tius, but was stunned to see the Orc deep in thought, hand tucked underneath his chin. "Hey, hey, HEY YOU OLD GOAT WALE UP!"

Without batting an eye, a large green fist landed on top of Duncan's head, causing him to buckle in pain. "Owch! Sorry for the cussing, but c'mon man, trying to kill me for ONE WORD! Please, be reasonable. At least, for my mother's sake..."

Rolling his eyes, Titus realised what he had done, but even more so at the youngling's reaction "Oh shut up! It wasn't even that hard! Also, I was busy..." Rubbing his head, Duncan asked Titus, "Busy with what?"

"Busy remembering certain...'legends'...that were passed down back in my previous organisation..."

"Why bother with thinking about all this? Let's continue and solve this bandit issue once and for all. Also, I know that toy won't tell me anything about your organisation, so there's no point in me being curious anyway. You'll tell us anyway when the time's right..."

Shaking his head, Duncan turned his head towards young Vivian, wanting to remind her to come with them, but was confused at the sight of her standing up, expression tense.

"They're here..."

Just as Duncan was about to ask what she meant, Titus also stood up, retrieving the combat knife from his subspace pocket. "Damn, bested by a little greenhorn..."

From the trees, horses could be heard neighing, getting closer and closer to the group. Picking up their weapons, they got ready for battle.

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Neigh!

A horde, or what could be described as a horse, jumped from the bushes. What came out could only be described as a heresy against flesh, for the horses all had various degrees of transformations.

Some had their eyes sealed off in metal masks, with red lasers emitting from the slits bored into them. Some had their legs replaced with mechanical mash-ups, sporting both flesh and machine, muscle and gears. Some even had their bodies hollowed out, sporting what looked like primitive machine guns installed within them.

What on Earadun is happening here!?

"Oh my Titania, what on Earadun have they done to you!? Your poor souls, you poor beings, how could they defile Earadun's beautiful creations!"

Unable to believe what she was seeing, Vivian covered her mouth in horror at the unholy matrimony between beast and machine. She grasped her staff tightly, lifting it above. "For the sake of the animals, I shall beat you all!"

Titus, on the other hand, grew more and more concerned.

How on Terra do these barbarians have access to such technology!?