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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mathew_Freeman" data-source="post: 1634224" data-attributes="member: 1846">Xiang's Training Whilst the others spoke to the Shade, the Ghost, whatever it was. Xiang moved away. He knew that his ideas and skills would come into play when the map was complete, when the information was there and he could look at it. Getting information was something he'd never been good at - he was too impatient, not subtle enough in his words. Xiang was a fighter, and proud of it. He knew his melee skill was amongst the best around. Few in Mount Fire could match him now, at least in toe-to-toe fighting. Something was niggling at the back of his mind. Xiang tried to relax, to forget about it. It'd come to him. The day had been interesting. Fighting insubstantial spirits was a learning experience - Xiang had struck with the Spear and it had passed straight through his opponent. Without Tarquin's ability to hurt them the whole group might have died. Not that Raven had lived much longer anyway. A sudden Duergar attack had seen to that. The Paladin's reluctance to fight defensively had truly cost him. Xiang had realised that against larger foes all you could do was try to outlast them. Make yourself hard to hit, make them trade power for accuracy, and get a stoneskin from a friendly wizard so that any blows that did get through didn't do so much damage. Xiang smiled to himself - he'd caught himself thinking of Leo as "the friendly wizard". Leo would get the joke, thought Xiang. The niggle in the back of his mind crystalised. Xiang considered it carefully, trying it out in his mind before physically moving through the paces. His mind went back through all the fights of recent times - ogres, goblins, orcs, giants, duergar, spirits...all of them had hurt him. Xiang had a realisastion. Every time they'd hurt him, they'd left themselves open. Combat relied on this idea - if you hurt your opponent he would be unable to strike back. Xiang saw, in his minds eye, that if he could block the pain from his mind at the moment of impact he could strike back in return. He began to practise quietly, making small adjustments in his footwork and positioning. This was a huge difference. The ability to strike his opponents in this way would make a great deal of difference. When Fjorent glanced up from her conversation, she was surprised to see Xiang balanced on one leg, the Spear thrust out, and a wide grin on his face.</blockquote>

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