A Battle for General (1)

[General Aleen (FFF+)] 

[Level: 27] 

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[Physical: 777] 

>[Strength: 822] 

>[Constitution: 873] 

>[Dexterity: 707] 

>[Speed: 706] 

[Mental: 811] 

>[Intelligence: 1362] 

>[Wisdom: 871] 

>[Charisma: 200] 

[Will: 651] 

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The stats alone were ridiculous enough. But the General was riding a steed and seemed to have no intention of getting off of it. With a glaive in hand and what was clearly a Combat Mount beneath him, his power was even more exaggerated than what these stats entailed. This didn't even count what was certainly an extra boost thanks to his armor. 

Sylas walked forward calmly, taking a breath. The world stilled, and his mind seemed to filter out the noise. 

General Aleen had been ready to put a great deal of pressure on Sylas. He could feel that Sylas was inferior to him in every way, and yet… it was the sound of Sylas' footsteps that echoed in his ears.