Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171221051541

(Hound) The wind continues to howl as dark clouds begin blotting out the sun and turning the once blue sky to gray. Armata laughs seemingly amused at Hound's words.

"You assume too much, mutt. I fired that ball of inferno mainly out of reflex... not to mention there was very little zip on it as well. You could have dodged that attack blindfolded. Noooooo, dog. If my intention was to kill her, I would have continued burning her till she was but GLASS. Those who know my name are aware of my power and thus understand I am not to be trifled with. So do not mistake my intent." The wind rushes past Marcus and Armata, heading toward the wall. Though it blows past them Armata's cloak moves freely as if unfazed and sentient.

"The fact that she still lives, is the evidence of my intent."