Phoenix Piercer
Muscle Mountain
Some time during the Fall of Zanzik
A simple sip of water. That's all he needed. Whenever there was an... obstacle, it helped him to pause and gather respite with a sip of water. This was no exception. Four dead in the room, countless in his wake. Yet more to come. He hoped he would not be among them. A cut on his arm runs blood through his fur, the red and orange and black painting him.
He reached for his waterskin; one sip left. Better make it count. The sword is heavy, the armor is heavy, the shield is heavy. That was the way though. That was how they survived. Muscle Mountain was named that for a reason. He lifts himself and places the weight on a tired body. Tired, but not spent.
A sip, the last sip from the skin. He tosses it aside. A drop left on his whiskers falls to the floor. He rushes. Sword not quite as heavy as it was a moment ago.
The Wild Bunch
Entered by: 0xa608…F606 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
