|What goes through my mind during combat|
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Take a step into the forest. Welp, no time to explore
Lemming, fox, raven, badger. All my loyals accounted for
Embracing that wyvern spirit
Roar to myself! Oops, I can't hear it...
Mindseye tattoo, dooon't forget defenses!
Aww, ox tattoo faded. Waaay too expensive!

Okay! I think I'm ready. Let's start this fight
Oh wait, embrace Jaguar spirit... Right
Reflexes, put 'em up. -Now- let's begin
Though, I'm not even sure how I'm gonna win...

First and foremost, let's try a freeze-pound
Prep those limbs, break, then trip to the ground
Icewyrm time, hopefully this'll work... Cool..
Tumble?! Noo!! Why must fate be so cruel?!

Oookay.. That attempt went pretty badly
This one, I'm not too familiar with, sadly.
Prep both ar- wait.. My offensive is lacking...
Aaaand my companions aren't even attacking...

Try burst damage. Limb breaks, maul, incineraaa-
Oh dear Gods, that didn't work... Run away!

~Benson

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 650 AF.