Anne was standing on one of the dirt mounds. She had made sure to position herself as far away from the young man as possible. Priam. One of her Amazons was very sensitive to danger, and her senses had been screaming at her to stay away. According to her, he was at least on the level of a Baron. At least he'll take care of the dog.
Shaking her head, Anne refocused. If Priam and his rapid progress were worriso, she had bigger fish to fry - or other dogs, in this case. Standing proudly in the direction of the Baron's cave, Anne appreciated the glint of respect that her position and her decisions brought to the eyes of the combatants.
"The Boss is coming."
Thanks to the ability of one of their own, the Amazons had a technique for communicating remotely. Certain events had brought these won, whom Anne now led, together, and their versatility was their strength. And if we lack raw power... That's why these other idiots are here.
"Ten seconds before contact."
The barking of the beast was beginning to pierce the mist and agitate so of the fighters. They must not panic now. Anne turned to one of the n she had spotted. While most fighters would only be used as cannon fodder, so were useful. Ann smiled as she strategically tucked one of her blonde curls behind her ear.
"Paolo, is it? The Boss is coming. His barking will scare our comrades. If you could make him mute..."
"Of course!" Paolo, happy to be of service despite his singular skill, concentrated and deployed his power. The barking stopped abruptly. Passing the Tutorial on normal difficulty provided a random skill. So were more useful than others. Anne had passed the Tutorial on hard difficulty. Thus she had the right to choose her skill.
Anne turned toward the Boss. One of her Amazons was running, boosted by her skills. She was being followed by a real titan. It had been blinded by an artificial rage - a technique of one of Albin's n - and was chasing the young woman. When she reached the ditch, the young Amazon continued her run on a wire stretched across the hole. Like a tightrope walker, she risked crossing the hole very quickly. Having a giant dog that was going to tear you apart made you speed up.
The Baron jumped into the trap without seeing it. The taut wire broke under its weight when the Amazon had barely crossed. Anne sighed with relief when she saw that the woman would make it. The Boss dove for the spikes hidden by the mist. Most of them shattered under the force of the impact, but not without penetrating the dog's belly, severely injuring it.
Anne would have liked to applaud the strategy. Unfortunately, it was her plan, and she had to be modest in her triumph. Now let's attack!
"ARCHERS! FIRE AT WILL!"
Status (before [Moon Mist]) : (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / N 10 / TA 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 64
Constitution 78
Agility 96
Vitality 113
Perception 68
NTAL:
Vivacity 88
Dexterity 71
mory 30
Willpower 48
Charisma 40
TA:
ta-affinity 28
ta-focus 40
Potential: 78
Tier 0
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