Kassatsu: Chi, Ten...Goka Meikyaku!
[A deep inhale and L'Shilas blew a massive fireball at the weasels, like a wave of flame engulfing the enemies. Roasting them to naught but materials.]
Kassatsu: Chi, Ten...Goka Meikyaku!
[A deep inhale and L'Shilas blew a massive fireball at the weasels, like a wave of flame engulfing the enemies. Roasting them to naught but materials.]
Well, guess I'll be carving you all up for meat and fur.
[L'Shilas pulled out two daggers, Fae Daggers as he assumed a posture and darted forward at terrifying speeds. Slashing through three of the weasels at once. Then he–
Well, guess I'll be carving you all up for meat and fur.
[L'Shilas pulled out two daggers, Fae Daggers as he assumed a posture and darted forward at terrifying speeds. Slashing through three of the weasels at once. Then he–
Thordan was nothing, nothing compared to the unbridled HATE that L'Shilas felt that day.
He took his time, showing the man just /Why/ he was better off not inviting his ire.
Because for L'Shilas, the greatest handicap he can give anyone? Is using a weapon.
And he stopped that day.
Thordan was nothing, nothing compared to the unbridled HATE that L'Shilas felt that day.
He took his time, showing the man just /Why/ he was better off not inviting his ire.
Because for L'Shilas, the greatest handicap he can give anyone? Is using a weapon.
And he stopped that day.
Silas, the Viera I'm talking about, is one of my own longtime friends.
Silas, the Viera I'm talking about, is one of my own longtime friends.