Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160829190630

Armata stares out a window at the devastation of Oz, it makes him a little nostalgic seeing such destruction, but his mind is fixated on Lucida.

Armata:[She must be quite special. What kind of power does that child posse to be able to grant power and read the codex. She would be most useful.... but, it's damn near impossible to get to her. Her father is obviously a skilled magic user and the two meat heads guard them both like loyal dogs. How did the Doctor gain such loyalty from the tin man and the mut?] He thinks to himself.

Armata scans the room and notices nothing surprising. Praetor is watching him, but returns to his weapons maintenance and the mut is directly glaring at him. With eyes upon him, Armata sports no arrogant smile and says nothing, he simply returns his attention to the window.

Armata:"Hmmmm, I'm getting a tad thirsty...."