#lucas:present

“A part of me does think I see a ghost, because I do recall running a blade through your body like a kebab after you killed about half of my army.” Lucas stated, crossing his arms. “What are you doing  here? Come to gloat, Shin, about oh so easy victory over Tempestade and how easily we will be conquered?” he asked, sass lining his voice. “Or have you come to surrender and offer your head on a spike?” he asked, hopeful. Lucas knew it was a bit cold, but he had no guilt.