Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180405041725

There is no response from her prey, the one Tirush carries is barely able to speak from his grievous wounds. His Vampiric body doing everything it physically can to conserve energy and blood, it practically shuts down, as if someone flipped a switch. On the ground, Armata sneers as Tirush takes the target away.

“That Wyvern...” He scoffs.

“She certainly doesn’t hesitate to establish herself. Though she must be careful, if he waits her out, his body will slumber until it is healed fully. A long and laborious process it would be.” Acheron adds.

“I get the feeling that’s what he wants. He wants to waste time and let Tirush break him further. I might not be able to drink enough from him to get any decisive memories if that happens...” Armata turns into a crimson ball surrounded by smoke and fire, he trails quickly up to Tirush, stopping in front of her.

“Set him back down on the ground, Tirush. I have something in mind for him.”