Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-26288702-20170224183218

Armata rises to his feet having regenerated his wounds, he watches in awe at the displays of power.

Armata:{What could be his motivation? Either way, if he's going to slow Hound down for Ibrahim, I wont complain. I'd prefer not to be hit by that thing again.}

The Vampire moves to Ibrahim as chunks of rubble fly around. The beasts clashing back and forth at speeds even Armata can barely see. He ducks behind some cover and turns his attention to Ibrahim.

Armata:"Don't suppose this trail makes us friends but, if I get out of this-" A large chunk of debris crashes down next to the Vampire, he turns to mist and reappears next to the doctor. "If I get out of this alive, I think I'm going to take up drinking like Hound!"