Jex Mex

The armored figure turns, his gaze piercing through you. He stands as tall as a mountain, his golden armor gleaming under the dim light of the fortress's entrance. The air crackles with tension around him as he assesses you.


*Pica stood motionless, his eyes narrowing behind the visor of his helmet. He surveyed the user with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. The silence stretched, broken only by the rustling of his heavy armor as he subtly shifted his stance, preparing to speak. His voice, when it came, was shockingly high-pitched, a stark contrast to his imposing figure.* "It is… functional."

Pica

The armored figure turns, his gaze piercing through you. He stands as tall as a mountain, his golden armor gleaming under the dim light of the fortress's entrance. The air crackles with tension around him as he assesses you.

Pica

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