Axelgear
General Wontwit
Nazir
Nazir, finding the battle over, lept from his hiding place. None would see him land, but found his presence announced by a gentle breeze and a glance in its originating direction, to find him standing there, looking around, hand on his hip, the other hanging limply at his side, both fists dripping blood and ichor from the golden gauntlets covering them. He says nothing, simply silent over the now much more quiet battlefield... Where had they all come from?
Nazir, finding the battle over, lept from his hiding place. None would see him land, but found his presence announced by a gentle breeze and a glance in its originating direction, to find him standing there, looking around, hand on his hip, the other hanging limply at his side, both fists dripping blood and ichor from the golden gauntlets covering them. He says nothing, simply silent over the now much more quiet battlefield... Where had they all come from?
