Taznaar's wings of fire were like Ichor, the ethereal fluid said to be what runs through the veins of the gods, and it burned intensely. As he was flying over his opponents, on his face appeared a smile that showed a mixture of cruelty and arrogance. His hair was burning too, like flas, as clear as the sun at the top of the sky.
The skill was not a skill like the others, because it was not just an incrent to the player, it was like a transformation that made him much stronger, and Taznaar knew that, that's why he was so confident.
"Nothing can stop now!" Taznaar spoke his thought aloud, because no restraints were holding him back.
On the other hand, Kaizen said nothing. His mind was a whirlwind of ideas.
Unlike Myth2, where it was possible to morize the skills of all the champions in the ga and thus predict what each player could do, consequently also knowing their play style, in Rise Online there was no way to predict this kind of thing, at least not without a good informant and without much experience. In other words, the ability took Kaizen by surprise.
Looking at the Psyker eagerly, hoping to find out what his next move would be, Taznaar felt an odd sensation as he looked directly into Kaizen's eyes. Even through that mask it seed that the black-haired man was not looking at him, but beyond him. And not for nothing, Kaizen was wearing .
[Player: Taznaar.
Level: 76 | Race: Human | Gender: Male | Class: Fire Elentalist
Profession: Guild Leader, Commander
HP: 900 | MP: 630
Attack: 102 | Defense: 41 | Speed: 94
Strength: 78 | Wisdom: 99 | Endurance: 55
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