05-03-2020, 08:43 AM
Zwiche can see his final goal before him, and he slavers at the chance. His axe bared, he rushes forward in a whirlwind of steel and blood, paying no heed to his own protection for this one glorious moment.
[CRIMSON REAPING CHOP CHOP]
[CRIMSON REAPING CHOP CHOP]

