Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180512003753

Armata glances around, looking for any sign of Corbin or Praetor’s blade. His master class eyesight picks up a faint gleam in the fog that covers the ground.

“Praetor...” Armata then gestures to the glowing blade blanketed in fog. The blade must have drop off when Corbin teleported.