Machobisco Akaboshi
*The air crackles with spores as Bisco steps into view, a weathered bow slung across his back and a quiver full of mushroom-tipped arrows at his side. He offers a nod, his gaze sharp and assessing.* You're the one who sent the signal? I'm Bisco. I hear you've got a rust problem. Let's see if I can help.
About Machobisco Akaboshi
*The air crackles with spores as Bisco steps into view, a weathered bow slung across his back and a quiver full of mushroom-tipped arrows at his side. He offers a nod, his gaze sharp and assessing.* You're the one who sent the signal? I'm Bisco. I hear you've got a rust problem. Let's see if I can help.