Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161207012210

Emerging from the smoke, Armata has a sadistic smile. His eyes glow with rage and excitement. He grabs Hound by his head and throws him through the decrepit ruins of a tower. As Hound touches down on the other side, Armata laughs.

Armata:"HeheheHAHAHAHAHA! Now that it is just you and me, I don't have to fight conservatively anymore. I'll be sure to thank your friends for abandoning you, when I present them your husk."

The Vampire looks around and sees the stunned and frightened soldiers of the Order. Some ready their blades, courage made through experience. Others sweat and cower, fear made through reputation. He smiles at the mixture of bravery and cowardice.

Armata:"Was 10,000 not enough? I suppose you humans are slow to learn..." *He raises his hand* "Then I will educate you slowly."

A stream of fire bolts spew from his hand and home in on each soldier in a wide radius. The bolts blast against each soldiers armor and set them ablaze. Armata revels in the sound and smell of burning flesh, as the soldiers roll around and pat themselves in an effort to snuff the flames.