Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160822194413

Armata breaks the silence with a boisterous laughter.

Armata:"Ha! Hahahahaha!.... Oh, you can't explain right now Doctor? I bet you can. Judging by the look on your face, I'd say you have quite a bit to tell us about his current condition and the world's." Armata advances towards Ibrahim. "I actually commend you Doctor, for millennia, I've fought that fool. I beat him, stabbed him, cut him, burned him, broke his bones and drained him of blood.... and still, he stands. But now, now here he is dying, rotting like dead flesh. It's so...." Armata is now close to Ibrahim's face, his cold breath can be felt. "Satisfying, but enough about the dog. If he becomes too much of a burden on himself, you can put him down. I am more interested in that."

Armata points to the crucible as it continues it march across the land. Turning to face the crucible, Armata smiles at the sight of it.

Armata:"So this is your work Doctor? Bravo, not only are skilled at the restoration of the mortal and golem physical form, you're also a architect. You are quite the talented individual."