Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190222040438

(Everyone) “How about I summon my Warden to deal with you?” Armata props his head upon his fist.

“And who’s your Warden?” Marcus growls.

“Sir Jorge, he’s excepted the title. Should I deem it necessary, he will face you at full strength. Regardless of the outcome we shall be immensely weaker in prowess. Does that suit you, mutt?” Armata studies Marcus carefully, making sure he has reached the the man and not the rabid dog beneath Marcus’ skin.

“Fuck you.” Marcus barks.

“I’ll take that as an agreement. Be ready, be sober. We will defeat this rampant entity.”