Snippet #1865216

"I was just joking about the HP, I just wondered if you were thirsty. Just trying to make friends now that I'm apart of your culture, man…" Replied Nash, looking towards the potion that rolled away, as he looked to the side, and scratched his head. "And I don't doubt your level either. I only have like, three special moves, and they don't do very much. They're just cool martial arts moves that take up gallons of mana, if anything. I bet you could farm me to level up or something…In Fact…"

Nash dashed forward to attack Terese, and unloaded an onslaught of punches and kicks. The punches only did -1 damage and the kicks only did -2 damage per, likely not enough to affect the girl, as he kept attacking her to no avail. Her bar was lightly damaged, Nash's own bar actually taking chunks out from throwing strikes, his knuckles for real, already red, showing the marks of hitting a training dummy earlier.

"See? This is the best I can manage! DX I've actually been able to give +3-4 Health with these shitty skills. And that's plus two hours of training. I've only been able to pay my rent because I offer my services as a training target."

Nash dropped onto his back, breathing heavily. Now that he attacked, he assumed the higher level would kill him like some kind of predator, as he crawled off towards the potion, which had been stepped on. Nash could only crawl towards the remaining liquid that was left on the floor, forced to drink it…

"And that was my only bottle… DX"