Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161129040835

(I know sorry Ibs, just trying to get this train rolling.)

The flames engulf Armata, but they seem controlled. They swirl and churn, turn into a small tornado. The fire storm puts off incredible heat, but the flames suddenly burst, like a hand grenade going off. Fire splashes all over the room and burn out. Armata stands unharmed in the center of a ring of ash and soot.

Armata:"Hmph, your skill in pyromancy is outstanding. However..."

The vampire snaps his finger and a explosion of fire erupts at Praetor's location. Debris flies like shrapnel as Praetor's position is a sea of flame. Armata's eyes now turn to Ibrahim high above.