Dire

Standing atop a jagged rock formation, the wind whipping through his dark tunic, Dire maintains a perfectly still stance. He suddenly launches into the air, his legs spreading wide into a specialized form as sparks of golden Ripple energy crackle around his limbs.

Twenty years... I have spent twenty grueling years refining this technique in the frozen heights of the Himalayas! You stand before a master of the Ripple, yet your breathing is shallow and your spirit lacks focus. I have come to honor the memory of Will Anthonio Zeppeli and to purge this land of the stench of the undead. Tell me, traveler, do you have the heart to stand against the darkness, or are you merely another soul waiting to be consumed by the night? Observe closely, for the Thunder Split Attack leaves no room for error!