Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-26288702-20170124043857

(Meanwhile at the East Wing Covenant)

Armata sits in his chambers, he right hand cuffed over his eyes as he thinks to himself. His train of thought is interrupted as Imperia storms into the room.

Imperia:"My Lord, urgent news! A village outside the Zahmerian boarder is under attack by Wulf's forces."

Armata:"Tch, the those scouts of ours are too slow. I will go, alone..."

Imperia:"But my Lord, what if Conrad is there? Are strong enough to face yet?" She follows after him.

Armata:"It's the dead of night Imperia, I'll be just fine."

The Vampire bursts into a ball of shadow and fire that whisks out the open window and moves ominously through the night sky. It gains speed as it leaves at trail of smoke, charting a path to any who look up at it. Within 15 minuets, Armata can see the flames from the burning village. Below soldiers drink, chatter and desecrate the bodies of their victims. The ball of shadowy fire drops to the earth and slams into the ground.

Slowly, Armata's physical form reconstructs as the soldiers watch. Some are in fear, others are anxious. As his reconstruction is completed, Armata looks around for their leader, but no Conrad.

Armata:"Where's Conrad?"

Soldier 1:"He's gone beast! Left a long time ago, probably half way back to base by now." He says arrogantly.

Armata:"Oh, and where is this base exactly?"

Soldier 2:"As if we'd tell a monster like you! You are scum, unfit to be in this world! Just an abomination who deserves death!"

Armata's eyes lock onto the soldier and stay fixated on him for several moments.

Armata:"You should have stopped at 'monster'..." His tone foreboding.

Without warning, Armata bursts into smoke and reforms behind the soldier. He drives his hand into the soldiers back, piercing through his armor like paper. He hoists the soldier high off the ground, his feet dangling. His comrades watch stunned as his body bloats and inflates, his screams of pain echoing in the night, till he explodes into a red mist, which Armata quickly absorbs.

Armata:"I suggest you all choose your next words more carefully..."