Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190329201345

''“Well now. I didn’t think the banished would leap so casually to defend his ungrateful kind”'' Host-Prad watches Armata jump to the fray to blend everything that stood in front of him. His eyes turn to the enemy’s commander, Pramool and his grin.

“Then again, judging by this deformity, I suppose he thought it warranted to stoop to the mud with the peons he looks down upon”

His eyes then go to Marcus and his progenitor ''“How easily one with forgive a deadbeat parent when dealing death Ian at the grounds zero of this final act. So much about that hate, huh?”''