Sinistral
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During this time of Chaos within nations, there was an elite group of soldiers who thrived and greatened the chaos. They went in, using chaos to cripple their opponent while they beat them down. The also used trickery and magic, using their opponents attack for their own benefit, while also giving more and more power to themselves using strange and magical ways. If you saw through their tricks, and were about to kill them, they would suddenly become whole again. Peasants cursed and feared them and their ways, praying that they would never have to face the deadly Chaos Warriors. That was hundreds of years ago, and all but one have been killed off. The only one left still seeks to create chaos while he still lives, and will stop at nothing to defeat you.
