Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160822023151

Armata's smile fades as Ibrahim replys.

Armata:"Yes indeed, child what does your father mean. Sure enough I can feel it, my powers are, weaker than normal. I doubt with the moving tower, that's coincidence. But...." Armata leans in close to Ibrahim's face. "I'd watch who you call "fool", Doctor. I maybe be weaker, but I can still crush like an insect.... or, when I regain my strength, I'll drain you of blood and make an example of the girl...." (I'm sorry Ibs! I know that's kinda ruthless of Armata. Hope you don't mind. I'll edit it if you do.)

Armata turns and heads over to Hound, but he watches Praetor, arrogantly smiling at him. He stands face to face with Hound and Hound stares right back.

Armata:"The Doctor can say whatever he wants, but I know what is happening to you. Your body is being destroyed from the inside out. Your blood has a foulness to it I have never, sensed before."

Armata then drags his claw across Hound's face, to Hounds credit he shows no pain as Armata cuts a line down Hound's cheek. Black blood seeps from the cut.

Armata:"Tell me Doctor, is that normal?"