Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161118133222

Armata:"Yes, a poison tailored by undead against an undead." Sarcastic tone.

Armata launches an assault of fire bolts like a gattling gun. Debris scatters like shrapnel as Armata barrages our heros. He teleports around the room launching these blasts from all directions, a constant wave of fiery explosions.