"Name? He did not reveal even this. Dark, untrusting type . . .
The scorpion glides facing the cliff; spins below the onslaught of the stone!
Take that!"
Tso-Nah draws both his swords quick as a flash, gliding one across the red cliff of Temuro's armor, looking for a chink. With the other, he spins aside the oncomming Katana, knocking it aside.
The scorpion glides facing the cliff; spins below the onslaught of the stone!
Take that!"
Tso-Nah draws both his swords quick as a flash, gliding one across the red cliff of Temuro's armor, looking for a chink. With the other, he spins aside the oncomming Katana, knocking it aside.