Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160823235100

Armata gives off a guttural growl at the sight of these two machines of war standing tall and unwavering in his presence. Dealing with one would be difficult enough, but two?

Armata:[No, my power is to diminished for such a clash. I must hold, for now.] He thinks to himself. "Very well, cretins. I'll stay my hand from the artificial child."

The Vampire steps back several feet and folds his arms, but his eyes turn back to Lucida, who sticking her tongue out at Aramta. His expression now serious, his smile gone.