Hoplite

A Hoplite of Teslite moves like a whisper along the city's rooftops, bronze spear in hand, tools of gears and spring-trap at belt. When bandits threaten the market at dusk, they don’t rush in with shield wall—they activate hidden traps, trip the invaders, draw them into ambush, disarm them quietly.   The streets below seldom bleed under a Hoplite’s watch. The city breathes easier knowing someone sharp, not just strong, watches every gate, every alley. Leonarus taught them: better to save a life by devious peace than win a fight with needless blood.