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Each slow breath came crisp, backed by a foreign chill. Deeper breaths turned icy. Failed tests, that froze Ethan Leigh's sensitive lungs. They'd shiver, shaking their cold throughout all of his slender body. His neck took it the worst. And, for once, his toneless jacket wasn't enough. Ethan's grip tightened around the ax's splitting handle as he wondered when the cold had started bothering him.
Two years in Hoshido was enough to erase countless others in the tribe. Their memory, conscripted to endless hail and marred by some hazy blizzard. Few faces, few names, stuck out to him. Yet, all stood similar. All had pushed him away. And all, best lie forgotten. They meant nothing against Mai. Wherever she may be. Ethan lifted the ax high above his head.
His palm slid down its handle, catching a rogue sliver of wood, as the ax fell onto the log below. Two halves fell to the side, staining the pale ground with fresh ceder as Ethan groaned. Leaving the ax buried in scared wood, he rubbed at his stinging palm. Digging at the wound did little after the splinter broke in half, leaving the smallest shard embedded in his palm. The inn would have tweezers and if they didn't, the next one would.
The next one. How long had Ethan been here? Six months? Six months of oddjobs, six months within his numb room, and six months of defeat. Each day, he knew, he needed to leave. But each day became the next, putting Nohr and its problems far behind him. Occasionally, a battle would whisper by. Someone always lost a family member, or a friend, to the war. Just how much had Ethan lost?
He took up the ax, splinter biting his palm, and lifted it up. He'd leave tomorrow. He'd remember the world, tomorrow.
The distant inn waited behind him, south. Its lonely figure held still against the mountainous backdrop. Woods stood before him. Their endless maze kept Hoshidan roads a secret. Ethan stood, alone, in this small clearing. Little more than a bundle of fire wood beside him. His wyvern, resting at the inn's stable.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Hoshido was a harsh adjustment. Finding out she was better and worse than she thought she was. And that it was better and worse than she thought it was. The propaganda she'd so smugly thought she was immune to was...
Well...
...Considerably more effective than she had realized. Live and learn, then. Better to know now. The initial adjustment period had been a mess; helping The m- Fifi getting settled (She was getting better at remembering) find a new home in Hoshido. That was more or less done, though the details still needed to be worked out. Fila, however, had ulterior motives for agreeing to come to Hoshido beyond a dragon's money and safety from that strange manakete. She wanted to find Ethan. Her childhood friend from the Ice Tribe along with his sister. She had left the Ice Tribe once it became clear that King Garon bore a grudge against it, only to find out that Ethan had challenged the Crown directly. Moreover, his Sister was hunting him, and his mother was sending assassins.
The reunion had not been during one of her best moments, unfortunately. Fila had taken the job to salughter a village to make way for an invasion force, and had accomplished the mission with her usual brutal efficiency. But she now felt like reconciling with Ethan, suddenly being on the right side of the border with him. Finding him in order to have that awkward confrontation was proving tricky though; she had had a long string of failures, scams, ambushes, and just plain bad luck on her journey. She had heard news of a blue haired wyvern rider some distance away; she was stopping at the inn before making the long winter trek. At least the cold didn't bother her.
Fila pushed open the door, a swirl of snowflakes following her into the inn as she collapsed gratefully in a chair. "Water, please. And warm soup, if you have it."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"Water's easy, soup won't be ready for a few minutes." The burly innkeeper said. "Guy's out back choppin' some wood. Soup'll be done when when he's back."
The man's dull, brown eyes jumped to the door opening, opposite the counter. Shaking off the cold, Ethan trudged through the final traces of stubborn snow. Smaller flakes tumbled down his sleeve and melted against the hard, wood floor. He carried a bundle.
"There he is now." The keeper said. Raising his voice, thick arms welcomed his longest patron in. "Close that damn door, will ya Ethan?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Damp boots hooked the door into its stubborn frame. A heartless kick set it in place. The weary woodsman turned back to counter, juggling the wood through his approach. "Got your wood right here."
"Good." The keep shot back. "Got a new guest here and she's practically starvin' cause o' you."
The keeper smirked.
"Right." Ethan sighed. "Sorry. Tell Meredith she can start cooking soon."
He dropped the wood atop the counter, feet from a spectral Fila. Aching palm, remebered. Ethan dropped onto a neighboring stool. "Hey, Oliver, you got any tweezers? Your damn ax game me a splinter."
"Might have one in that old aid kit. Help yourself."
Nodding, Ethan stood up. "Thanks."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Fila nods, setting her small pack on the floor next to the chair and rolling her shoulders. A series of loud pops echo through the empty to bar she stretches, arms and back sore from the long walk without rest. At least the weather was nicer. With winter rolling in, the oppressive (by her standards) heat had abated. She could go outside without Fierre and not collapse from heatstroke. It was a significant improvement.
She looks up as the door opens, immediately recognizing the name and face of her childhood friend. She manages not to freeze, but instead continue through the motions of a tired traveler, hat tipped low over her face and slumped in the chair. While Ethan goes through the motions of the chore, Fila observes. Not just his actions, but his disposition. He seemed... in a similar way to when she first arrived in Marcarth. That was distantly horrifying. No matter the bad blood between them, Fila wouldn't wish her experiences fresh off the boat on anyone. Certainly not Ethan. After all, he had only threatened to kill her a little.
She waves a lanky arm to him in greeting, nursing the cup of water while she waited for soup. She was a little curious as to if he had noticed her. She humms to herself, absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. The blonde dyes had long since grown out, leaving the distinctive Ice Tribe blue. What was she going to do? She didn't want to fight him right now; her stomach was empty, and she very badly wanted that soup. On the other hand, she wasn't sure how he'd react to her being there, in light of his parting words the last time they had met.
Even so, she felt some amount of sympathy for the shell of a person he was right now. She knew what that was like. Once he had gotten the splinter out, she would call across the bar "Thanks, Ethan."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
Heavy feet dragged around the counter and Ethan brushed passed his gracious host. Kneeling, he reached through aging glass and forgotten, mildew-stained rags to pull out a small wooden box. He set it beside the barkeep as he dug through.
"What's the soup today?" Ethan asked, cracking its lid apart.
"We still have some of that rabbit left, gonna cut it some carrots and potatoes. Nothing to flashy." The keep turned his attention to his new, nameless guest. "Hope that won't be a problem for you, miss."
Held between wooden lines, Ethan found little more than unmarked bottles and used bandages. The tools spread among them were dirty, or wrapped in undisturbed packaging. His fingers waltzed through them until he sighed and closed the box's lid.
"Nothing." He looked to the man beside him. "Keep them anywhere else?"
The keep shook his head. "Nope. Someone probably took 'em."
"Guess I'll deal with it then."
Hand turned over, Ethan looked to his throbbing palm until Fila's voice broke his pain. He didn't look up. He wouldn't look up, caught up in the fact that his sword lay in his room, hidden under a rented bed. Hand still, he looked passed his fingers for a weapon. None visible. He knew a rusted scalpel waited inside the kit.
"Bartrand." Ethan said. His voice, low, commanding. "Take your wife and go wait in your room."
"What fo-"
"Go." He snapped.
The keeper glanced to the woman before backing away. Ethan waited with his eyes on an aching palm until a distant door closed. Cold air placed him alone with Fila. He opened the first aid kit.
"Why are you, Fila?" He asked. His words came calm, almost accepting of some grim fate.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
The faceless hat with blue hair in the corner shakes her head, waving off the concerns in the universal 'don't worry about it' hand wave. She seems almost surprised at Ethan's reaction, but quickly sighs as though this should have occurred to her.
Fila calls plaintively to the Keeper as he rushes out of the room "But I wanted soup..." Her voice almost sounding hurt. Mumbling to herself, she says "I hope I at least get my money back..." She looks up at Ethan, setting her hat aside. She watches him open the first aid kit. Most first aid kits had, at minimum, a needle. She had been betrayed, jumped, and ambushed enough times to recognize the look of someone trying to inconspicuously lay hands on a weapon, even an improvise one. Hopefully he wasn't just stalling for time to kill her, and was in fact listening to her. She was ready to duck under the table either way, and her wind tome was at her side as always.
"Would you believe me if I said I was actually here for the soup. I thought you were in the next valley, actually. This was just meant to be a pitstop. How have you been Ethan? Dead inside?" She coughs into a hand, almost sheepishly, before continuing with an amused tone of voice "and please use that kit as intended, and not for stabbing. I'm not here to kill you." She takes another sip of her water, watching him carefully.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"How have I been?" He asked, hands falling to the side of the kit. The counter shook at their weight, letting the wooden box between his arms bounce. Its contents, shifting to the sound of rattling glass. "You didn't come all this way to ask me how I've been. And if you didn't come to kill, then I don't know what you want."
Pushing his growing, ragged hair aside, Ethan lifted the bar counter's hatch and stepped away from dusty wine. He stood, three stools away, with a hand atop chipped wood.
"Why?" The words came low, almost gruff, yet near whisper. Muffled winds beyond the inn's wooden walls nearly stole his voice. Was there acceptance behind them? Doubtful. Ethan had come to terms with the person he was, and the person he wasn't. There was hardly acceptance, just blame. "Why follow me? Why even look for me, if you don't intend to kill me."
"I've let it go, Fila. I don't want to fight you. I don't want to fight anybody. This war. That." He sighed. "King. Why follow orders? So far from home?" He knocks against the counter. "Remember that time, when we were little, when that trader came to town? And his kids came and played with us?" He chuckled. "His boy just couldn't understand why the cold didn't bother us. How we could, just jump in a freezing river and walk out sopping wet. And just, laugh. We laughed, Fila."
Giving into memory, and regret, the wanderer dropped onto a stool. "I can't remember the last time I actually laughed, Fila? Can you? I'm tired of this. Tired of. Praying, that no dangers come through that door." He points to stubborn wood at the opposite end of the inn. "Tired of knowing my sister is willing to kill me. Tired of living with the fact that I killed my childhood best friend. Tired of." Gray eyes trailed down. "Tired of being afraid of seeing you. Fila, there was a time where I wanted nothing more than to be around you. And now. Now you're just another part of my past that wants to kill me."
Ethan turned to her. Silence, marred by wind, holding their small corner of the world.
"I just want to laugh again."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Fila listened to him talk, her expression carefully controlled. A mixture of feigned aloofness and distant concern. Any more emotion than that and she was worried she'd set him off.even without a weapon, she didn't fancy her chances against Ethan after watching him cut through an entire raiding party like it was nothing. Maybe one day, but not today. So instead, she watched, and listened to him. It was almost nostalgic, all too easy to fall into old habits. This was far from the first time she'd let him vent, after all. Familiarity onky slightly marred by the years and blood that weighed them both down. She couldn't honestly say which of them bore the burden better.
The traders. "I remember." She says, voice thick. Her control slipping slightly, the situation was like nothing she had ever dealt with. To think he still remembered that. To think she remembered. "This place has nice winters, but the summers here are murder." A small bit of humor slips into her voice at that, the lilting tone she always used to try to cheer people up. It didn't always work, but everyone who had known her then knew she cared enough to try, and sometimes that was enough.
"I remember the last time I laughed Ethan, but for both are sakes I'm not going to tell you more than that." Cackling, reveling in the power high as untold years burned to ashes around her, the thumping of blood in her head as they fell before her... "I'm truly not here to kill you, you know. And I still want that soup." She let the comment about wanting to be with her go unacknowledged. They were both far too brittle, the air humming with tension. She wasn't ready to address that. Might never be ready. They were both far too broken.
"I don't know how to help you Ethan. I'm not sure it's my place, either." She shrugs, jostling the hat on the table. Without it on she looks like she is, a broken girl with blood on her hands rather than the grizzled mercenary many a Nohrian officer had hired. "I justed wanted to make sure you were..." okay? No. She hadn't needed to come here to know he definetly wasn't okay. "...Alive."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"They're the worst." Ethan said. His voice, a gruff whisper. "I actually felt like I was going to melt. My clothes were soaked with sweat. It was disgusting." He scoffed. "This whole place was. Disgusting. Funny how things change. I was supposed to be a fisherman. I haven't touched a pole in forever."
"Well, I am." He stood up. "Serena hasn't killed me yet. You haven't. Campbell won't. It won't be a member of the Ice Tribe to bring me down. I can't let it be. But. We aren't friends anymore. Hell, we're not even on the same side. You don't have to check up on me. It's not your job. It's not even your duty."
Eyes closed. He let silence speak for them. The walls whispered their own, sad story. They seemed to mourn spring, in the same way he mourned home. Not the place. That was gone, but what it had once been.
"Go home, Fila." He said. "While you still can. While you still have a home to go back to. I'm alive. This time tomorrow, I'll be gone. Some road will take me to some other lonely in. I'll sleep in a strangers bed, talk with people who's names I'll never know. But you, you can still go home.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Fila couldn't help but giggle a little. She was glad to know that she wasn't the only one who hated the summers, and how could she not laugh a little at the absurdity of it all? Here she and he were, both blood-soaked killers with no home to return to, and they were talking about the weather, when last they met it had been on either end of a sword.
Talk of Serena and Campbell sobered up rather quickly though. Moments of levity were always fleeting for her, and this was no different. A part of her still had trouble understanding that Campbell was dead. He would also be the young boy tagging along on their mischief in her head, frozen as the peer she had left behind all those years. Perhaps that was better, to be wrapped in denial.
His next words were like a punch to the gut. 'We aren't friends anymore.' Obviously. After their confrontation in the village, how could they be. It would be silly to think otherwise. The height of foolishness, childish naivety she had left buried in rags and muck the first time the innkeep had approached her about 'earning extra coin'. And yet still, a part of her hadn't questioned it, hadn't let the rest make that connection. Not until now, when it couldn't be denied. There he said it, there it was, out in the open. 'We aren't friends anymore.' And yet...
"It was never my duty to begin with, Ethan. But visiting old f-... old acquaintances is what one does when they find themselves in the area. Manners, and all that." Manners. An admonishment both of them had long grown sick of hearing. One she'd had to relearn as her own mantra to keep food on the table and jobs rolling in.
"'Home'? Ethan..." She couldn't... couldn't take it seriously. There was a hitch in her breath, tortured laughter bubbling up as she delighted in the ridiculousness of being told to go 'home', by Ethan of all people. It was absurd, pathetic. He, of all people, should know why she couldn't go home, not the home of ice and snow. Pails of blood, most of it innocent, covered every inch of her and she laughed. There was no home for a monster like her, and she knew it.
"I didn't have a home to go back to the moment I stepped off the boat Ethan. Not in the Ice Tribe, and not in Marcarth, not truly. Or do you think what you saw was the first?" She spits the last few words, anger forcing itself past her mask. 'Go home'. As if he hadn't seen what she'd done, what she was? Was he so wrapped up in his own pain that he couldn't see that the world he left behind had made a leap into the abyss of its own? 'Go home'. Many things she would abide, but patronizing from Ethan was not one of them.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"The first?" He scoffed. "Tell me. You say that with pride, or regret?"
Caution faded. The wanderer turned, snatching a bottle from the shelf behind him. Its cork pulled easily, lifting the soothing scent of berry fill the air. Bartrand made the best wine. As Ethan poured a glass, he had this urge to share it. Fila needed to taste the finer points of Hoshidan life, in the way only Ethan could show her. He killed the thought with a drink. That life wasn't his to share anymore.
"Was it the second? The third?" He turned around, finger tossing weak accusations. "Or have you stopped counting? The first person I killed, was in self defense. Is that the same for you? Or does fire remove you from that? Are they targets? Objectives? You say you can't return? Is that because you've done something terrible back home? Or are you afraid of what they'll think?"
He finished the wine in one long drink.
"What keeps you up a night, Fila? The coin you've made? Or how you made it? After all, you wouldn't just visit. This. Place." He swept around the inn. "It's out of the way for a reason. You have to seek me out. You HAVE to come looking for me. You don't just pass through. No one, just passes through."
Breaching the counter, Ethan walked right beside her. Inches held them apart. And in those inches, a familiar chill that came with Ice Tribers. And for the first time, it actually felt cold.
"Are you checking on me?" He whispered. "Or are you trying to remember what you once were?"
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Fila watched him pour the wine. They would not kill each other here. That much was certain. She leaned forward, elbows on the table and chin propped in her hands. At some point, her hat had made its way to her head. It was not tilted forward as she normally wore it, but back far enough to show her face. There was a smile on her face, as Ethan took a drink. It was not the smile of a good person.
"I have to pick? You know me Ethan, always the perfectionist. Even the best wouldn't be enough."
Her voice is casual, off the cuff as though they were discussing dinner and a show. Forced calm, but not forced. The weight was not from the guilt, but the lack of it. They could both hear it in her voice, a levity where the chains of regret should have choked her words. In a way, it was liberating for her, to say it out in the open. Ursula knew this side of her, but it was never something they discussed.
"I stopped counting after the eighth. Once you've done it eight times, redemption is a pipe dream. That's what Captain Amruck said. Or was it another...?"
She gives a shrug, the brim of the hat lifting with her shoulders before settling. "My first time? Hmm... A month after my arrival, I believe. I was working at some seedier tavern in the dock district, started with an 'S' I think. The tavern keeper said I could earn some extra coin if I 'took care of' a rowdy patron for him. Then he handed my a knife." She sighs, glancing to the side for a moment before her eyes flicked back to Ethan. "I was so hungry. So, so hungry. It got easier, after that. Spill some blood, serve cheap ale, and 'other' things, all rewarded with a little more coin."
She leans back in the chair, arms up on the chair-back. "Funny, isn't it? I sold my soul for a warm bowl of soup and a room out of the rain. Ha. Ha. Ha. Blood is my routine, Ethan. I've long since learned to sleep soundly." Her smile has teeth, this time. Hazel eyes stare at his, as the empty laugh dies off. As Ethan walks over, she stands up gracefully. They were both the same height, able to meet eye to eye. She can only grin as he asks. He wasn't wrong, this place was out of the way. He posed an interesting question. Such that, there was only one response she could give.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
"No one sells their soul for a stranger." Ethan said. "No. Souls are sold when you're the sole torment of a village. When you kill your best friend without thinking." He scoffed. "You. You killed someone for food. A room. Then coin? And you say it's too late for redemption? From what? From murder, or a thinly veiled conscious that fails when you're alone? You get played, used as a pawn in someone else's war. Yeah, you sacked a town. But how much of that damage was you?"
Ethan shook his head. Reaching for the bottle, he drank straight from its scrawny neck. The taste went ignored.
"You've probably done some messed up stuff, but how much of it would you have done on your own? You report to a captain, someone who gets his orders from what? A benefactor? Some. Owner? The problems I've caused. They're my own. Our village suffers, because of me. People have died, because of me. That was my decision, you were simply told to do it. Now tell me, Fila. Who really needs redemption? You turn on your handlers, you can undo the mistakes. I can't."
"You can say, that you sleep soundly." He whispered. "But we both know that's not how it happens, for either of us. Even if you remembered who you were, I can't. I see your face. And I see them. I see what I could have become. A tool. Someone that kills because they were told to. Different roads, yet same paths."
Another long drink. The bottle comes to rest between them.
"I hope you found what you were looking for."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Fila laughs, taking the bottle off the table and drinking. "Ah, Ethan... When I left the Ice Tribe's days of happiness were already coming to a close. At most, you only expedited it. Don't kid yourself. Neither of us are as important as we might dream." An honest bitterness ran thick through her words, the product of many days spent examining her ledger with the finest tools, trying to find one iota of worth.
"And don't try to make excuses for me. Don't dangle the lure of hope in front of me. Anyone could have traded coin for fire and blood that village, but 'anyone' didn't. I did. I made that choice. I've made that choice many, many. No matter how many people could've held the tome of fire, the blood spills only on me. You killed the rest of them, after all." She wasn't going to dignify the idea of turning on her employers. Even if she was physically capable of it, it wasn't an option. It wouldn't mean anything if she did.
"The girl that would have cried over the ashen remains of that village is dead Ethan, just as you say. Am I what you could have become? Perhaps you should envy me, then. Of the two of us, I'm not waiting to die. I found what I was looking for alright, but it only makes me sad."
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
His fist clenched. His teeth, tore into each other. Turning around, Ethan slammed his hand down on the bar counter. The bottle rumbled. He glanced over and smacked it off hard wood. Glass flipped onto hidden grounds behind them, shattering the world back into silence.
"Maybe YOU aren't important." He shouted. "The life of a hired killer doesn't mean much. Right? Maybe no one will care when YOU die, but me. There are people after me!" His finger jumped to the inn's font door. "But when I die, there's peace! There's Peace, Fila! Those people back home! Our families! The people we once called friends! Don't you dare lump me with the lowlife worthlessness of a mercenary. My death matters!"
Breathing heavy, his fingers dug into the counter. His hair fell down the side of his face. His guard was down, while his mind wiped through every grim detail abandoning the Nohrian military brought up.
"Then go, Fila. If you've found what you needed, then go. There's no point in you being here. There's no point in either of us being here."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
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