The Legend of William Oh

William Oh’s face is so hard that the craftsmen of Benguli used it to stamp marble blanks, which they meticulously scaled down for their currency.

• Kevin Hammond, level 15 scout

…Why am I standing on a hydra? Will thought as the ground rose up beneath him in the middle of his power-pose, six massive necks rearing up around him, revealing half-rotten frilled draconic heads that emerged from the swamp, dripping with muck.

Then things got rough, fast.

Mark Wyrd launched himself up at Will, shooting through the air by virtue of overwhelming Strength.

Wonder if he’s got similar stat growth? Will thought, triggering Gravity Charge and targeting his Phantom Hand, causing himself to slide backwards out of the way of a feral punch.

If there was one thing Will could be confident of, it was that so much of Mark Wyrd’s build was dedicated to optimizing Thorns that it was unlikely he had any spare Abilities dedicated to movement or attack.

So, despite being twice the level…he wasn’t as fast as Will.

On the other hand, I can’t actually hit him, Will thought, weaving around the six fungus-dotted necks the size of massive tree-trucks while an irrationally angry young man chased Will around them for no reason.

Maybe I can..

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