Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170626013605

Armata senses the spite in Praetor's voice. Uncharacteristically, he smirks and pours a glass wine for the giant warrior.

Armata:"I know what you're thinking Tin Man. That I am simply using you and once your usefulness is done, I will discard you. Yes, I am using you to further my own gains, but my gains are no longer the domination of the world. Once we have defeated this new threat, you will be free of your debt to me, and free to live your life. I will not kill you Praetor, no matter how much I want to. NO, when this is done, you will be able to return to your life of choosing."

Armata:"Praetor, I don't know how many times I must reiterate myself, but I do not lie. I will not dispose of you once the battle is over. You have my word. I maybe using you, but that does not mean you need be on edge. Help me, and I will help you in whatever capacity I can."