Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180625015116

“Doesn’t matter now....” Armata says flatly. “The people are dead. Their purpose diminished.” He watches as Tirush slinks by, in state of anticipation.

“Very true. But I feel some sense of regret, a touch of sorrow. They were not ready for this slaughter.” Barnabus returns Armata’s flat, cold answer with an equally flat tone.

“Trush’s world was not ready for my evil either. But none can be ready for the mutt’s savagery....” Armata follows after Tirush. He glides down the hall, scanning everything he sees.