Tyrian B4C13

He's a Hero, I realised, shocked to my core as he caught Blake's wrist in one hand and swung her into Qrow like a missile. The two fell back and Tyrian was soon inside of Pyrrha's guard, scoring a jagged cut to her abdomen and almost gutting her but for Weiss forcing him back with a lance of pure ice.

He was a Hero, and this was what a Hero was capable of if they reached a high enough Level. It wasn't some incredible skill like Cinder's Phoenix, or a frustrating gimmick like Watts' healing spells. This was raw Stats and skill, coupled with a man who knew how to use it after hundreds, if not thousands, of life and death battles. In comparison, we had a few standout examples but nothing like Tyrian's vast experience.

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"I don't get it," I said. "He's too strong, even for someone so high a level. What is a Paragon, anyway?"

"It's a myth," Ruby answered. "M-Mom used to tell me about them." She strained to move until her face was red, but there was nothing she could do. "P-Paragons are the perfect class," she panted. "They're meant to be paragons of what it means to be a Hero. They're perfect in every regard."

"What does that mean?"

"A-Rank Stats across the board."

Horrified, I stared down at her. "All of them?"

"I-I think so. It's just a legend, though. I don't know if Mom was right, or if it was true."

It might not be but the possibility was enough to frighten me. The differences between my A and D Stats were big, and there had been consecutive Levels where I hadn't earned a single Stat in my Charisma. On the other hand, I'd gained anywhere between three and four levels per A, and even five once or twice. If Tyrian were Level eighty or higher, and had A-Stats across each of his parameters, then there was no telling how powerful he was.