Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160829122949

(Oh shit we moving on. I'll squeeze in a response for BTR.)

Armata laughs at Praetor's question, after all the threats and ill tidings, it is humorous to see the mountain of dark steel ask for assistance. However, it would be unwise to wrong him further. The situation is growing increasingly more volatile, making more enemies would be a fool action, but Armata is not keen on apologies.

Armata:"What? Are you telling me you didn't have that under control?"

Hound butts his way into the conversation.(Hound gave me the OK to speak for him, he's busy at work.

Hound:"Praetor would have killed her if he had no other choice, you arrogant prick. Enough people have died today, if we didn't need your help, I'd take personal pleasure in holding you down while Praetor breaks your ribs..... Ibrahim and the rest are heading out, let's move."

Armata holds his tongue as the warriors press on and follows suit.