Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161108220748

(Ok big man, make me proud. This is all you buddy.)

As Praetor loses his grip, thousands of lesser vampires spray from the holes in the cliff side. Like a shroud of ashen fog they pour out of multiple cavernous openings and flutter in the air around Praetor. The Black Steeled Titan quickly counts at least 5,000 strong, all waiting to feed. Armata, face-to-face with Hound and Ibrahim, snaps his fingers and his golden eyes glow.

Armata:"Devour..." All lesser vampires lung forward. Katakans, Mulas, Bruxas, Fleders, Garkains. Every unnatural vampire to this world attack, seeking Praetor's blood.