|| Oh boy, we both know what you just did. ||
> Need to make an impression, don't I? I can think of no better way than this... <
*Thwich* *Twicth*
Veins on the seer's temple throbbed, holding in as much emotion as they could.
> Cocky little bitch thinks she beat me. No, she gave me that look! No one looks down on me! I'll show her. <
The seer began working his brush, his strokes strong and brutal, capturing his internal state as he wrote on it. A little extract about the legendary Sun Wukong facing up against Buddha. Strong selection of words and harsh, artistic, and dry strokes of rage and frustration.
