2-12: Juggernaut

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--- Dorian ---

"Aaand there you are! All done!" Loki handed me my new status, giggling with glee.

'Xavier Leopold Dorian: LVL 2
STR: SSS1550       DEX: SSS1200
DEF: SSS1490      MAG: SSS1190
WPN: SSS1140     SKL: Yes.

SKL: Juggernaut-Ignore Enemy WPN/DEF, SubSkill-Charge: Change DEX for DEF.

SKL: Relentless- Wounds don't Down.Stat,
SubSkill-Berserk: Wounds Temp.Up Stats.

STR+400 DEX+50
DEF+400 MAG+70
WPN+50    SKL+ Relentless.'

"Relentless... interesting... so wounds usually make people weaker, but no amount of wounds or fatigue will make me slower or weaker? And Wounds will actually make me stronger? What kind of skill is this?" I laughed softly.

"It's usually given to Tanks in Party's, as well as Juggernaut, though they're both very rare, but I guess your taking all those beatings last night might have filled the parameters of taking a certain amount of damage in a time frame, and still fighting... well done. I'll make you a Heavy Tank sooner or later." She smirked.

I chuckled. "Hmph. Well, good luck."

"To you, as well." She said seriously.

I nodded slowly. "I feel like I may finally, seriously need luck. But hopefully today is fruitful."

She hummed. "So let me get this straight... you plan to fight in a tournament that Ottar is taking a part of... Ottar <The Warlord>, Lvl 7, high ranker for the Freya Familia, and win?"

"Actually, its because Ottar is fighting that I'll win." I grinned.

"Explain..."

"Well, he'll fight the Lvl 6's first... and win. Then the Lvl 5's... and win... and on and on... until he fights me and Johnny. With my ability to ignore his Lvl 7 stats, and whale him into submission while he's still confused, I'll defeat him, and then the Level ones will either surrender and I'll win, or I'll beat their asses real quick, and win." I shrugged.

She nodded. "And because you never have to fight the Lvl 6-5-4-3 rogues, who would beat you, everyone only sees you defeating him, the Lvl 7 Ottar... so your victory in the tourney isn't ever challenged... Genius." She smirked.

I grinned. "I tried my very best to make this plan. Hopefully it will work. Now I have to go!" I leapt up, tossing her off my butt, and dressed quickly, moving my armor back to my chest, then commanding it to take the shape of my suit.

It flowed over me slowly, and I grinned, shaking myself to settle into it. "Eh? How do I look?"

"Very Nifty." She nodded.

I nodded. "Perfect." I jogged out, and strapped my sword onto my back, then a long dagger onto each of my ribs, just in case the sword broke, which I suspected it would.

I made my way to the Colliseum, which the Ganesha Family, (who were not participating today,) has graciously offered the guild for their use.

I laughed loudly when I saw a banner across the front, which read 'The Caesar Games'.

Johnny caught up to me, and walked beside me for a moment. "Tell me now, once and for all... did you do this?"

"Yes." I answered easily. "Though... the attack on Ishtar's girls wasn't me. I had something very different planned." I hummed.

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