16: Chapter 16 A soldier who doesn't want to be a wrestler doesn't deserve to charge.

Goldshire was shrouded in a thin morning mist. In the fireplace of the Lions Pride Inn, the embers from the previous night still smoldered, occasionally emitting a soft crackling sound.

Hu Jinsi was kicked awake by Lin Rui.

"Get up, it's six o'clock." Lin Rui's voice pressed down from above like an iron plate.

Hu Jinsi lifted his face from the meditation cushion, a suspicious trail of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth: "...Let me meditate for five more minutes, just five. You two dancing last night disturbed my meridians, my qi almost went into my duodenum."

"Then just let that qi pass out through your large intestine," Lin Rui urged. "Brush your teeth and wash your face; we leave in five minutes. We're going to Stone Cairn Lake today."

Su Wan was already sitting by the window tuning her lyre, the instrument's body gleaming with a faint tung oil luster in the morning light. She looked up at Hu Jinsi and wiggled her finger gloatingly: "Someone swore up and down last night that they would get Lin Rui to level 6 with their monster-pulling skills. Now that Lin Rui is level 6, do your monster-pulling skills still have any use?"

"How are they useless?" Hu Jinsi said while putting on his leather armor, a piece of compressed biscuit still in his mouth. "But I think having Lin Rui sing by the lake would be even more lethal to the Murlocs, though it's hard to control the scale."

"Go to hell," Lin Rui said, annoyed.

The three walked out of the inn and took their bicycles from their backpacks. The morning breeze, carrying the unique dampness of the forest, rushed to meet them. Hu Jinsi mounted his mountain bike, propped his long staff on the handlebars, turned his head, and shouted: "Direction: Stone Cairn Lake, northeast, full speed ahead! Today we are going to—"

"Put your chain back on first." Lin Rui had already zoomed ten meters away.

The three mountain bikes crunched over fallen leaves on the forest path, making a soft rustling sound. Stone Cairn Lake was nearly twice as far as Crystal Lake, but with bicycles, the distance was compressed to under half an hour. Along the way, they only encountered one pack of foolish gray wolves; the three ignored them and sped past, regretting they didn't have exhaust fumes to let the wolves choke on.

When Stone Cairn Lake appeared in their field of vision, Hu Jinsi squeezed the brakes.

The lake surface was nearly half as wide again as Crystal Lake, the water a bottomless dark green, with reeds growing in the shallows near the shore. Unlike at Crystal Lake, the Murlocs here were noticeably sturdier, their blue-green scales marked with dark patterns. Several warriors wielding bone harpoons patrolled the shallows, while further out, a few Murlocs with exceptionally large heads were holding twisted staves, the heads of which were inlaid with shattered seashells.

"Murloc Mages." Lin Rui narrowed his eyes. "I hate these kinds of ranged Murlocs. I always feel like they lower the prestige of the Mage class."

"Plus, they have big heads and thick necks; they don't look very smart." Hu Jinsi jumped off his bike and stood it to the side. "According to the plan, let's set up our position first. Team Leader Lin, want to show off your level 6 skills?"

Lin Rui nodded and took out the enchanted entrenching tool from his backpack.

[Tactical Fortifications (Simple)] activated.

Unlike yesterday's manual digging, Lin Rui's movements this time had a fluid rhythm. He inserted the entrenching tool into the soil, flipped his wrist, and a large chunk of turf was lifted cleanly; another shovel, and the dirt parted on both sides like tofu. In less than three minutes, three standard half-body bunkers had taken shape on the lakeside meadow, arranged in a triangular formation to protect the central area. He quickly dug two shallow trenches in front of the bunkers, lined them with sharpened wooden stakes he took from his backpack, and finally used ropes to string three tripwires fifteen centimeters off the ground between the stakes.

"Done." Lin Rui stuck the shovel into the ground and clapped the dirt off his hands. "Ten times faster than yesterday."

"This skill..." Su Wan praised incessantly. "You're basically the God of Construction Sites."

"A Soldier's battlefield wisdom." Lin Rui rarely showed a hint of pride. "Now I can choose the type of bunker. Half-body bunkers are suitable for crouched shooting, full-body bunkers are suitable for avoiding spells, and there's also this—" He pointed to the area in front of the tripwires. "Simple obstacles, specifically designed to stall a Charge."

Hu Jinsi circled the position and nodded with satisfaction. "With this craft, we can take on renovation jobs after we finish dungeons. Alright, I'm going to pull the monsters. Lin Rui, how many should I pull at once?"

"Ten." Lin Rui held up a finger. "The Murlocs at Stone Cairn Lake are stronger than those at Crystal Lake. One round of output won't kill them, and if there are too many, we won't be able to handle them. Also, try to pull ten melee Murlocs; Mages are best avoided."

"Received." Hu Jinsi took [rixats elegy] from Lin Rui's hand; the ghostly blue sword light was particularly striking in the morning mist. "I get to use this thing today?"

"You participated in too little combat yesterday, so your experience grew slowly. Today you'll be the main damage dealer, and I'll control the field." Lin Rui shoved the short sword into his hand and picked up his long spear and round shield himself. "Also, I need you to take care of any Murloc Mages you pull."

Hu Jinsi was stunned for a moment, then grinned. "Team Leader Lin, you're righteous. Don't worry, I'll wield this health-shredding artifact and guarantee these Murlocs learn what cruelty is."

The process of pulling monsters still looked simple.

Hu Jinsi pedaled his bicycle along the lakeshore, tapping the water with his long staff, making a "slap-slap" sound. Nearby Murloc warriors were enraged and chased him onto the shore with their short legs. Hu Jinsi turned his handlebars, dashed toward the position at maximum speed, jumped off the bike at the last moment before the tripwires, rolled, and stood up using his long staff for support.

"They're here!"

The Murloc warriors screamed as they charged into the trap zone. The front row tripped over the tripwires and fell headfirst; those behind couldn't stop, causing a chain reaction of falls. Su Wan stood behind the bunker, clutching her lyre and plucking it urgently—

"Thunderwave!"

A powerful sound exploded; the sonic waves reverberated between the triangularly arranged bunkers, hitting the Murlocs trapped by the tripwires who were bunched together. [-18] [Knockback 3 meters!] Green blood splattered.

But just then, a Murloc Mage in the distance raised its staff, a fist-sized ball of ice condensing at the tip—Ice Arrow!

"Mage monster!" Su Wan exclaimed.

"Come here!" Lin Rui flashed out from behind the bunker and pulled Su Wan behind the cover formed by the tower shield.

"Whoosh!"

The ice ball slammed into the shield, exploding into a burst of frost. Because he was too close, a layer of white frost instantly formed on Lin Rui's eyebrows. He shouted: "Jinsi! The Mage is yours!"

Hu Jinsi had been waiting for this moment. Holding a torch in his left hand and [rixats elegy] in his right, he activated Misty Step! Silver mist flashed by the lakeside, and he teleported into the mist beside a Murloc Mage (thanks to the morning lakeside mist). First, he used a Sweeping Leg to trip the Murloc Mage, then immediately thrust the torch forward—

"Sizzle!"

Flames licked the Murloc Mage's scales, and the beast let out a piercing shriek, its spellcasting interrupted. Hu Jinsi seized the opportunity and thrust his sword: [-14], blue light surged, special effect triggered! [-25% Current Health!], followed by several more strikes, ending the Murloc Mage's life.

"Nice!" Lin Rui shouted from the back, simultaneously throwing a Molotov cocktail to force the Murloc warriors trying to get up back into the sea of fire.

The battle lasted fifteen minutes. All ten Murloc warriors were wiped out, and both Murloc Mages were killed in close quarters by Hu Jinsi. The three worked well together, but the efficiency was indeed not as good as at Crystal Lake—the ranged interference from the Mage monsters forced Su Wan to change positions frequently, and Hu Jinsi had to consume a Misty Step every time he rushed the Mages in a crisis, putting more pressure on their short rests.

"Eighth wave..." Su Wan slumped behind the bunker, her fingers trembling slightly. "I've cast eighteen Thunderwaves... My throat feels like it's smoking."

Hu Jinsi glanced at his panel; experience had increased by over three hundred points, slower than yesterday, but stable. He shook the green blood off his short sword: "Fifteen-minute break. Lin Rui, what do we do this afternoon? At this rate, we won't finish clearing the lakeshore by dark today."

Lin Rui put away his round shield and cast his gaze toward the south: "This afternoon... we change targets."

"Huh?"

"Blackwell Farm." Lin Rui's voice deepened a bit. "The Defias Brotherhood."

Hu Jinsi and Su Wan exchanged a glance. The scene of being ambushed by Defias Thieves last time was still fresh in their minds—the poisoned daggers, the ghostly stealth, the ambush that almost sent Lin Rui out of the dungeon.

"Are you sure?" Su Wan hugged her lyre tightly. "Those guys are even more troublesome than Murlocs."

"Precisely because they are troublesome, that's why we're going." Lin Rui pulled something out of his backpack—it was a heavy set of second-hand plate armor, the plates covered in scratches and dents, but the structure was still intact. "I'm level 6, I have new skills, and new equipment. And..."

"And what?" Hu Jinsi raised an eyebrow.

"And Teacher Zhang recommended a new approach to me." Lin Rui's voice carried a hint of cunning. "This afternoon, I'll let you see my secret weapon."

Half an hour later, on the outskirts of Blackwell Farm.

Lin Rui's change of attire left Su Wan stunned for a full five seconds.

That set of second-hand heavy armor on him looked like a rusty tin can, the hinges at the joints making a clanking sound with every movement. He had a red mask identical to the Defias's pulled over his head, revealing only his eyes, and in his hand, he carried a second-hand tower shield that was over a person's height. This look didn't seem like he was here to run a dungeon; it looked like he was here to rob the dungeon.

"You..." Su Wan opened her mouth. "What kind of performance art is this?"

"Tactics." Lin Rui glared at her through the mask, his voice muffled. "Teacher Zhang had me watch a recording of last year's college freshman tournament. A freshman with the base class [Wrestler], relying on the advanced class [Masked Spellbreaker], swept his way into the round of sixteen. His tactics were simple—get close, drag the enemy to the ground, and grapple. Once entangled, the opponent is almost guaranteed to lose."

"So you're cosplaying him?" Hu Jinsi circled Lin Rui, reaching out to knock on the heavy armor, which emitted a dull thud. "I have to say, this 'iron turtle' look is actually quite imposing."

"It's not cosplay, it's tactical borrowing." Lin Rui slammed the tower shield onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. "The Defias bandits have higher combat skills than us; we won't get the upper hand in a straight sword fight. But what if I drag them into ground combat? I'm wearing heavy armor, I'm heavier than them, and once they're on the ground, they won't be able to exert any force. As long as I can pin them down, Jinsi, you use your short sword to finish them off."

"Grappling?" Hu Jinsi's eyes lit up. "Lin Rui, are you trying to switch classes from Soldier to Wrestler?"

"Temporary tactic." Lin Rui moved his shoulders, the joints of the heavy armor emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound. "Anyway, the Soldier's [Armor Proficiency (Heavy Armor)] means wearing this won't reduce my agility too much, just make me move slower. The key is [Tactical Roll], which completes the final piece of the puzzle."

Su Wan covered her forehead. "Why do I feel like our team is getting less and less serious..."

"Can being serious put food on the table?" Hu Jinsi twirled [rixats elegy] on his fingertip. "Let's go, find a lone Defias to test the waters."

The first test subject was a Defias bandit patrolling by the edge of the field, holding a short sword and a wooden shield, his steps steady.

Lin Rui strode out swaggeringly, the heavy armor making heavy footsteps as it trod on the soil. The bandit spotted him immediately and froze for a moment—probably because he had never seen such an oddly ugly "accomplice"—then raised his short sword and charged over.

"Come on." Lin Rui lowered his center of gravity and braced his tower shield.

The bandit charged, his short sword slashing diagonally. Lin Rui didn't dodge or evade, taking the blow head-on with his tower shield; with a "clang," sparks flew. Just as the bandit retracted his sword to prepare for a second strike, Lin Rui suddenly activated [Tactical Roll]!

His body rolled low like an iron whirlwind, the momentum of the heavy armor carrying him straight into the bandit's chest! The moment the roll ended, he stowed the tower shield into his backpack, wrapped his arms around the bandit's waist, and held on tight—

"Down you go!"

"Bang!"

Both fell to the ground simultaneously. Relying on the weight of his heavy armor, Lin Rui pinned the bandit underneath him, his knee pressing against the other's chest. No matter how the bandit struggled, the short sword only left white marks on the heavy armor, failing to cause any substantial damage.

"Jinsi!"

"Coming!"

Hu Jinsi darted out from the side, [rixats elegy] striking like a viper into the throat beneath the bandit's mask. Hit, hit, special effect triggered, blue light surged, hit, special effect triggered; the bandit didn't even have time to scream before dissolving into points of light.

Battle over. The whole process took less than a minute.

Su Wan stood in the back clutching her lyre, opening her mouth: "...That's it? I didn't even have time to play."

"This is tactical suppression." Lin Rui climbed up from the ground and patted the dirt off his heavy armor. "Once on the ground, his swordsmanship, his footwork, and his blocking techniques are all useless. The only thing he can do is scratch my armor with his short sword, and I just need to keep him pinned."

"It's too ugly," Su Wan said honestly.

"But it's effective." Hu Jinsi gave a thumbs up. "Lin Rui, what do you call this move? Iron Turtle Crushing?"

"It's called 'Masked Wrestler'." Lin Rui picked up his tower shield again. "Continue, next one."

Throughout the afternoon, a bizarre scene appeared on the ridges of Blackwell Farm.

A tin can clad in heavy armor and wearing a red mask kept rolling around the fields. Every roll accurately slammed into a Defias Thief, and then he would grapple them, crashing to the ground.

Immediately after, a monk holding a glowing blue shortsword would flash out from the side and stab the pinned target repeatedly.

1v1, no suspense. The downed Defias Thief didn't even have a chance to whistle for backup before being taken out by the combined force of Lin Rui's weight and Hu Jinsi's shortsword.

1v2, slightly messy, but still feasible. Lin Rui used his tower shield to take the first wave of attacks, found an opening to grapple one, and knocked another flying.

Hu Jinsi would instantly kill the one being pinned, then turn back to help Lin Rui finish off the second. Su Wan finally had a chance to participate—she stood three meters away, firing her light crossbow, or waiting for the enemy to stand up to add a [Tashas Hideous Laughter].

1v3? The three of them tacitly chose to retreat. Tactics are tactics, and suicide is suicide; they still knew the difference.

"This tactic..." Hu Jinsi stabbed his sword through the heart of the last Defias Thief, panting as he spoke. "While it has zero aesthetic appeal, its practicality is maxed out. Lin Rui, you might want to consider advancing toward [Masked Spellbreaker] in the future."

"Just a reference." Lin Rui lifted his mask, revealing a sweaty face. "Heavy armor is too hot. This thing feels like a sauna even when worn in autumn; it's impossible to use in summer. The key is, who knows if we'll be able to get the relevant feats in the future."

"But at least it gave us a way to deal with humanoid monsters." Hu Jinsi returned the shortsword to Lin Rui. "Before, we feared the Defias because we feared their techniques and coordination. Now we've discovered that as long as we fight dirty and drag them into a ground grapple, they are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

Su Wan started counting the loot. The drops from the Defias Thieves were clearly more valuable than those from murlocs and boars—besides the familiar red masks and linen cloth, there were a few decent pieces of equipment.

"These shoes..." Su Wan picked up a pair of brown leather boots from the light orbs; the soles were engraved with fine anti-slip patterns. "[Traveler's Boots], fatigue is halved when walking!"

"Good stuff." Lin Rui took them and weighed them. "Give them to Wanwan. Your stamina is the worst, wearing these will help you keep up with our pace."

"And this." Hu Jinsi picked up a leather bracer with fine metal plates sewn onto it. "[Traveler's Bracers], increases arm Block probability. Since I've been running around naked, I'll take it."

Lin Rui picked up a two-handed greatsword that was almost as tall as he was. The blade was thick and wide, covered in rough forging marks, looking like a practice piece from some apprentice blacksmith.

[Crude Greatsword]

[Type: Military Weapon / Two-Handed Sword]

[Equip Requirement: Strength 18]

[Damage: 18-28]

[Effect: Hit chance potentially reduced by 15%]

"The panel damage is so high..." Lin Rui swung it, almost knocking himself over. "But this hit rate is just pathetic. Eighteen points of damage that doesn't land is equal to zero."

"Vendor trash." Hu Jinsi decisively concluded. "Throw it to the classmates with life professions when we get back to see if it can be melted and reforged. Anyway, no one in our squad uses a two-handed sword."

The three of them continued to advance, clearing seven or eight lone Defias Thieves on the edge of the farm. When the sun began to set, the last thief turned into light orbs after Lin Rui's grapple and throw, leaving behind a stone emitting a blood-colored shimmer.

[Skill Stone - Charge]

[Required Level: 6]

[Required Class: None]

[Required Attribute: 15 Strength]

[Cast Time: Instant]

[Cooldown: 15 seconds]

[Range: 8-20 meters]

[Skill Effect: High-speed displacement towards a target enemy, and immediately launch a melee attack upon arrival, dealing 100% weapon damage.]

[Item Description: This is not a retreat, but the first step towards life in the face of death. Sealed within the gem is the final determination of a nameless warrior—he could not step left into heaven, so he could only condense this will to Charge toward the battlefield on the right into this blood-colored stone.]

The air was silent for three seconds.

Then Su Wan let out a scream: "Skill Stone!!!"

"Charge..." Lin Rui's hands were trembling slightly. He picked up the blood-colored gem, and it felt as if liquid was flowing inside it. "No class restriction, displacement plus attack, instant cast, fifteen-second cooldown..."

"We're rich." Hu Jinsi took a deep breath. "If we sell this thing, it won't be less than thirty thousand credits. Any class can learn it; no one can refuse an extra displacement skill."

"Sell?" Su Wan grabbed Lin Rui's arm, her eyes shining brightly. "Sell what! Use it yourself! Lin Rui, you're a level 6 Soldier, your Strength is already over 15, you can learn it! With Charge, you'll have two displacement skills—[Tactical Roll] for defense, [Charge] for offense. One offense, one defense, perfect!"

Lin Rui held the Skill Stone, silent for two seconds, then nodded heavily. "I'll use it myself." He said, his voice a bit hoarse. "Not selling it."

On the way back to the Tower of Azora, the three of them were riding bicycles, but they had a surreal feeling of stepping on cotton.

The drop rate of Skill Stones is extremely low, especially in such low-level dungeons. The last time the Nature Squad had a [Summon Raven] drop, it had already made Yi Chun smug for half a month. And a universal displacement skill like [Charge] without class restrictions was worth more than a notch above [Summon Raven].

"Our investment in this dungeon..." Su Wan sat on the floor at the top of the tower, counting on her fingers. "Molotov cocktails, grenades, fuel, bicycles, heavy armor, tower shield... altogether it's over twenty thousand. But this Skill Stone alone covers the cost and makes a huge profit."

"More than covers the cost." Hu Jinsi set the iron pot on the portable stove and threw a few pieces of boar meat into it. "With Charge, Lin Rui's mobility is completely patched up. In the future, if we encounter a Defias Thief ambush again, he can close the distance with one Charge, not giving the opponent any chance to stealth."

Lin Rui sat in the corner, carefully examining the Skill Stone in his hand. The blood-colored shimmer reflected on his face, making the old scar look particularly distinct. "I owe you guys." He suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Hu Jinsi and Su Wan turned their heads at the same time.

"This Skill Stone was earned by the three of us together. Logically, it should be split evenly." Lin Rui raised his head, his gaze sweeping across both their faces. "But Charge is indeed the optimal solution for me. So—"

He took a deep breath and looked at Su Wan: "I owe you ten meals, plus ten shopping trips. You pick the place, I'll pay the bill, and I'll carry the bags."

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You said it! No going back on your word!"

"No going back." Lin Rui looked at Hu Jinsi again. "I owe you ten room cleanings, plus ten sparring sessions as a meat shield. Whatever moves you want to practice, I'll wear heavy armor and be your target until you're satisfied."

Hu Jinsi grinned: "Deal. But I have to think about how to develop some new tactics using your Iron Turtle getup."

"You two..." Su Wan shook her head with a smile. "Acting like you're splitting loot. We're a squad, who uses it doesn't matter, right? If Lin Rui gets stronger, we're all safer as a whole."

"That's true, but rules are rules." Lin Rui gripped the Skill Stone tightly. "Tonight, I'll learn the skill. Tomorrow, I'll show you what 'Charge and Grapple' looks like."

"Don't." Hu Jinsi raised his hands in surrender. "With that heavy armor of yours plus Charge, hitting someone would be a traffic accident. We're dungeon crawling, not committing hit-and-run traffic offenses."

The three of them burst into laughter. Dinner was simple roasted boar meat and compressed biscuits, but the atmosphere was even more lively than last night. The unexpected joy of the Skill Stone diluted the fatigue of continuous fighting, and even Su Wan ate half an extra piece of dried meat.

"There's still half a day left tomorrow." Lin Rui glanced at the dungeon countdown on his panel. "Less than twelve hours left."

"Keep farming the Defias, there are still plenty in the farm." Hu Jinsi made the decision. "The drops from those 'good people' are much better than murlocs. Traveler's Boots, Traveler's Bracers, maybe tomorrow we can even get some Traveler's Underwear or something to complete the set."

"Can you be serious?" Su Wan scolded with a smile. "I am very serious." Hu Jinsi looked serious. "According to my many years of gaming experience, farming monsters continuously in the same area is likely to trigger elite monsters or rare drops. Tomorrow we'll specifically target the Defias elites, maybe there will be surprises."

"Agreed." Lin Rui nodded. "And my [Charge] needs to be polished in actual combat. Tomorrow is perfect for using Defias Thieves to practice."

"What about me?" Su Wan asked. "You play the lyre to set the mood." Hu Jinsi and Lin Rui said in unison. "Get lost!"

On the third floor of the Tower of Azora. Hu Jinsi sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his Qi circulating through his meridians. He opened his panel and took a look—today's battle gave him over five hundred experience points. Although there was still a way to go from level 5 to level 6, it was at least more than meditation.

Su Wan held her lyre, gently plucking the strings, testing a few soothing scales. Although her fingertips were still a bit stiff, they were much better than in the afternoon.

"Tomorrow." Lin Rui suddenly spoke, his voice lowered. "Tomorrow is the last day of this dungeon run. Let's aim for zero casualties and return fully loaded."

"Must be." Hu Jinsi closed his eyes. "Sleep, sleep. Tomorrow I have to be a wrestler again, Team Leader Lin."

"That's a tactical necessity."

"Right, Mr. Masked Wrestler."

"...Sleep."

The camp light at the top of the tower went out, leaving only the moonlight from outside the window shining on the three young faces. Less than twelve hours until the end of the dungeon.

Setting Collection — About Masked Spellbreaker

[Masked Spellbreaker]

[Core Class Positioning: Rule Breaker. You are not wrestling, but deconstructing the opponent's combat logic. Your grappling is no longer a physical suppression, but a seal on the "supernatural ability" itself.]

[Class Introduction: The ropes in the ring are rules, the referee's count is a rule, and even the opponent's breathing rhythm is a rule. And you, have long seen through the hypocrisy of all this. When the spotlights go out and the real battle begins, what you tear off is not just the opponent's mask, but the 'supernatural coat' they rely on to survive. Between your arms, there are no heroes, only lambs waiting to be slaughtered.]

[Class Traits: All your grappling and suppression actions carry the "Supernatural Silence" effect. Enemies controlled by you have their class traits, feats, and active skills forcibly sealed, and can only perform the most basic physical struggles.]

[Class Skill — Spellbreaker Lock: When you successfully grapple a target, all continuous auras, BUFFs, and magic shields on the target are immediately paused. As long as the grapple is maintained, these effects cannot take effect.]

[Class Skill — Signature Move Seal: With an intuitive action, you interrupt the enemy when they attempt to activate their class skills/spells (such as a Mage's "Fireball" or an Assassin's "Ultimate Assassination"). If the interruption is successful, that skill enters a "Sealed" state for the current battle and cannot be used again.]

[Class Skill — Mask Deprivation (Core): When you suppress an enemy to a near-death state, this skill can be activated. You tear off their "mask" (symbolic or actual action), depriving them of one random supernatural feat or class trait (until obtained by Advanced Restoration or long-term rest). The deprived ability can be kept for up to 1 day.]

[Advancement/Promotion Requirements: Basic Class: Possess basic wrestling abilities such as pounce, lock techniques, or equivalent abilities. Feat Requirements: Performance Expert (can confuse opponents in battle, create feints), Lock Master (after a successful grapple, the enemy cannot break free in normal ways), Mask Faith (your mask grants you supernatural insight, able to see through the opponent's skill "startup motions"). Ritual Requirements: In previous battles, have caused at least one supernatural enemy to lose combat capability through "non-lethal suppression".]