Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160904021902

Taking advantage of Conrad's distraction, Armata and I charge forth. Conrad points to us and his legions charge forward. Conrad's cape blows about as the undead horde runs past him. We tear into the legions like a serrated knife. Armata cuts a wave death, his claws moving too fast to follow, as soldiers fall like dead trees. Everything else meets my sword and flys. Each swing sends troops through the air. Conrad smiles as we get closer, he is simply slowing us down.