<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/30FD3D63-6034-4098-B788-9E4ACF35E53A.jpeg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Katra<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Human Psi-Fighter<br/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24<strong>Armor:</strong>4<strong>XP:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>(status effects, buffs, debuffs, etc. include remaining duration for each effect)<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 8 (-1)    Constitution: 16 (+2) Dexterity: 9 (+0)<br/>Intelligence: 16 (+2) Wisdom: 13 (+1) Charisma: 12 (+0)<br/><br/>Human Reroll: 1/1<br/><br/>Coins: 0<br/>Adventuring Gear: 5/5<br/>Dungeon Rations: 5/5<br/>Healing Poultice<br/>Medical Kit<br/></div></div><br/>The rule about not using magic or powers, just sword and shield, explicitly made this easier for Katra.  She didn’t have to worry about being convincing; she could just let her own natural ineptitude handle the matter.<br/><br/>Few knew the story, but the first time she conjured the blade was the night after she’d humiliated herself trying to play with other children.  They all said that she was too weak, that she’d never be able to wield a weapon or wear armor.  Sure, her upper body strength was pretty bad, and the rest was below par, but she’d managed to build up sheer endurance to carry heavy loads by spreading the weight in backpacks and otherwise all throughout her body.  In sheer lifting capacity, she certainly held her own.<br/><br/>In terms of being able to swing a sword or wield an axe, though…<br/><br/>Lord Blackcrest’s words briefly snapped her from the reverie of her thoughts, and she struck a pose.  Her magic weapon was her best, but she had every intention of doing her best all the same.  It looked good, and he’d never seen her do it.  That he had no real faith in her didn’t surprise her and no longer got to her.<br/><br/>Really, such things had stopped mattering the night she could conjure that spark.  She supposed she hadn’t really understood, but intuitively, she’d always known.  It was her own will, her focus, her drive, her determination, manifested in a simple form she could use.  As a child, the best she could manage was headaches and nosebleeds, but she focused on that.<br/><br/>What she’d thought was that she needed more, but once she got back to Second Chance and could practice a little more properly, the Countess’ ideas came to confirmation.  Katra summoned the blade, and it collapsed into something like string, would so tight as to create a practically three dimensional object.  Maybe she could make even more of it yet, but that would take time and practice, and wasn’t the point at the moment.<br/><br/>The cyan string still gave off a faint glow, and her natural movements didn’t cause it to swing or jostle the way physical objects did, but as she focused and concentrated, it began to spin in a slow circle as if someone else was holding or swinging it.<br/><br/>It would take her hours more before she felt truly comfortable with some of her new ideas and had the opportunity to ensure they’d be feasible in a combat situation.  She almost didn’t notice Cass’andra falling over, but frowned several seconds too late, with others already helping.<br/><br/>Valna’s offer gave Katra some pause in consideration, but she nodded.  “If I actually do hit, I’m probably still going to do a decent amount of damage, since I’ll be trying properly with the blade and everything.  Good idea.  Thank you.  How long does it last?”