Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190329200056

(Everyone) Death was all around, men and Higher Vampires being cutdown left and right. Men and women on the walls doing their best to widdle down the numbers that make it to the wall of steel. Marcus and Cerberus are a constant wave of destruction and ferocity. With every swing of their swords fouls beasts are cut into pieces or sent flying. Pramool watches with a smirk the futile efforts of his enemies.

Armata decides it’s time to act. He bursts into smoke and rockets from his spot on the balcony. He reforms next to Jorge. His nails grow into long razor sharp claws and he begins cutting down everything in his way.