Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-26288702-20170218004320

Armata touches down on at the site of the first battlemage. He looks over the mage as he produces a beam that fuels the barrier over Zhameria. The bodyguards of the mage ready their weapons and steal themselves for battle against their better.

Armata:"Tell me, are you truly this devoted to your cause, that you would die a rodent's death? Such is the way of mortals, unable to differentiate bravery from stupidity." He says while stretching his hands.

Armata's fingers crack as he stretches them and flexes his muscles. His nails soon grow into claws and his fangs lengthen. His eyes glow their signature yellow sting, a sadistic smile grows on his face, and he charges into the group of shivering humans.