Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161111052215

"Rat bastard! Always fleeing." Praetor turns to the sky and watches at the vakyries phase away, the wreaks turn into light and float away into the portal of light. A single Valkyrie stands watch and nods as Praetor gazes upon them. He nods in return and makes his way to the hole in the wall and searches for his friends.

"They will rebuild, it takes more than that to keep them dead"

The stone walls were shattered as if made of glass. Stone is strewn about half slag half solid and all engulfed in holy flames, he walks through and the flames part as if they were sentient. The clatter of his armor echoes therough the halls as he meanders through, glancing at the art on the walls. Then he stops and listens carefully. "Combat" Then with the speed of a stallion he runs through the halls in the direction of the sound.

(FYI I wanted to get in a fist fight with Armata but that's cool too)