Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170828201543

Branford's smile goes away after Layoka's smart rebuttal and he shoves her against the wall, his friends no far off. They watch uncaring as Layoka hits the wall and then falls to the floor because of it. Meanwhile Armata watches from the shadows, his presence is completely undetected by the children. He nearly steps into the light until Layoka stands up and notices the ferocity of her stare.

The tiny Dhampir lunges forward and shoves Brandford back. The boy is unprepared for how strong Layoka actually is and he stumbles backwards and looses his balance, then falls to the ground. Branford's friends all chuckle and laugh. With his pride hurt, he scowls at Layoka and gets to his feet.

"Stupid stray, I'll get you good!" Branford charges Layoka with a clenched fist and the throws at punch. His fist makes contact, but it wasn't what he was aiming at. Slowly his eyes trail upward from his fist. They follow a tall red cloaked figure and they stop on Armata's face. Branford's body begins to tremble and legs become weak. His heart races as Armata stares him down.

"L-l-lord Armata, I-"

"Shut up, boy." The Vampire responds in an unamused tone. "Don't ever touch her again. Now go." He watches as Branford and his friends flee, while Layoka jumps from behind Armata and sticks her tongue out at the retreating boys. "Children." He says sarcastically.

Without saying a word, Armata walks off down the hall. Layoka watches surprised as the Vampire walks away. "Thank you Lord Armata!" She shouts down the hall and waves. Armata himself seems to scrunch himself up a little, as if ashamed of doing something nice.