Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161117043453

(Bed time.)

Armata:"Copying your moves? Such arrogance to think you claim ownership..."

Armata's stiletto shows up in the smoke and Armata he is barely intact, a large portion of his midsection is gone and his blood pours from the wound. His incomplete figure shambles forward several steps before stopping.

Armata:"I suggest, you worry... for yourself."

The blood spilt on the floor returns to the Vampire and the missing chunk of his torso is filled in instantly. His eyes glow within the shroud of the smoke and he bares his fangs with a sadist smile.

Armata:"Lets try this one, shall we?"

Armata's left hand slowly raises to chest height, his palm pulsing and emanating with pyromancy. He raises his index and middle finger simultaneously, and a pillar of flame erupts from underneath the armored titan, that reaches the ceiling and violently splashes upon impact. Armata holds the pillar for several seconds. Smelling the stink of torched flesh, he lowers his fingers and the pillar fades.

As the pillar drops, the Vampire hears a shout from his right. Conrad rushes into the fight. Sword in hand, Conrad swings fiercely at Armata, delivering a flurry of slashes and cuts. Armata dodges between the sword slashes with ease. Although he is dodging every attack, the afterimage of him looks as if he is standing still.

Wulf:"Damn you, try THIS!"

Conrad goes for a sweeping strike, changing his tactics. The Vampire did not see this coming and loses his footing. In mid fall, Conrad puts a massive front kick into Armata. The Vampire flies from the shock and hits the wall with thud.