Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180415142306

Praetor's heart sinks and pounds with renewed fury when he watches Armata lift the small child by her throat.

How dare you! He thought to himself as he prepared to lunge in and free her from the vampires grasp. But just as soon as she appeared from the mist, she was taken back into it, vanishing before his eyes.

His gaze lingered on Armata's hand, taking in what he just saw. They knew who he was, what he was and were not above using it again him. He would have to steel himself against such psychological attacks. He would have to become harder than the armor he wore.