Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160822004150

The hair on the back of my neck stands up and my body does to. Lucida looks around for the voice. Everyone searches and scans for it's source. The Shatterhand clan form up in small units, so as not to be caught off guard from any angle. I know that voice, that scent, the scent of blood. "Armata." I mutter under my breath.