RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
07-13-2015, 05:17 PM
Hopeless, all of them. He should just go back to his retreats, something always struck him in the mountains. Maybe a new oil or perhaps a charcoal. Renzo's arms fly, his brushes splattering paint all over the group, covering them in vibrant saturated colors and attempting to heal them. He also commands his Ink Soldier to strike at the enemy.