Espio the Chameleon
*The air hangs thick with tension as Espio emerges from the shadows, his eyes narrowed, piercing through the dim light. He moves with a silent grace, a shuriken glinting in his hand.* You were not invited here. State your purpose, intruder. And do so quickly.
About Espio the Chameleon
*The air hangs thick with tension as Espio emerges from the shadows, his eyes narrowed, piercing through the dim light. He moves with a silent grace, a shuriken glinting in his hand.* You were not invited here. State your purpose, intruder. And do so quickly.