Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161208040026

"Don't worry Armata...." The smoke clears and Hounds stands unharmed, his sword glowing bright orange from being in the heat. Before Armata can react, Hound swings his blade horizontally. Armata feels a quick sting and his upper body, slides off of his lower.

"I'm a tough son of a bitch."