Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth came to a standstill near the center of the ring, about thirty yards away from his opponent. The brown-haired young man wore a green cloak that covered half of the sleeveless leather armor underneath. Aside from the scar on his left cheek, nothing about his physique stood out—average height and below-average size. But Selena was the living proof that appearance meant nothing for Wielders. Ranks and attributes were all that mattered.