Weapons? Oho, I have weapons... [i]The mage grinned happily, recalling the collection of items he used or didn't, had loved and had hated. He found himself proficient enough in each weapon category; firearms, blades, polearms, daggers, anything that could kill he could usually figure out how to use.[/i] One does not simply rely on one tactic alone to win a battle; to survive, you must adapt. Change, predict, and prepare. I do not solely rely on magic since the moment I did that I'd be at a loss. You could say I'm a jack-of-all-trades. Although, unlike those commonly referred to under the term, I am highly proficient in most that I do if I can say so myself. [i]His teeth frightened the mage a little, a nasty side thought of Damien taking a chunk of his existing arm out plaguing his mind. Thankfully it left as quickly as it came, and the mage idly moved his hands in flowing motions like water; and out of the corner of Damien's eye, he could see crystal clear water snaking up from the ground in the shape of a coil. Alon's hands seemed to shape it's destination from afar, and soon, many of those strands of almost seaweed-like strands of liquid rose from the ground like the ocean floor itself. With a calm wiping of his hand through the air, the water froze; like little snakes protruding from the snow, the small spirals stayed still, a beautiful if not eerie form of art.[/i] As for magic, anything you can name I can accomplish at some degree. Elemental manipulation, bending, runes, tomes, sigils, artifacts, rifts, summoning, etcetera etcetera. Alchemy is more scientific, though, one could say it's magic. Though, the rest will stay a mystery as well. [i]The mage liked the game he played; the veil of mystery couldn't just be one sided, and Alon felt well reciprocating his own words.[/i]