RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
08-09-2015, 11:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2015, 11:22 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
Watson's skin sizzles as the emblem of the armor is imprinted onto his exposed knuckle. He cries out in pain at the intense burning... of a symbol of allegiance not his own! But he presses on, screaming until the armor buckles to the ground. From then on, Watson and the armor roll around along the floor, clamoring for better positioning to skewer the other. They leave a path of crushed corshari in their wake, those two decrepit and stupid to dodge out of the way. Couldn't he have thought of a better idea to overcome this soulless hunk of steel?
Why... yes he could! While wrestling the armor to the ground, Watson ponders his next move. It is, after all, now that he realizes that they are completely surrounded by dark puppets and this seems to be a great time of thinking new ways to crush them.
Why... yes he could! While wrestling the armor to the ground, Watson ponders his next move. It is, after all, now that he realizes that they are completely surrounded by dark puppets and this seems to be a great time of thinking new ways to crush them.