Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161129051906

within the hell storm, Armata raises his hand and the fire disperses. A charred and slightly melted husk is all that stands, until Armata begins regenerating. Quickly his body rejuvenates. Skin, eyes, hair, all grow back within moments, his armor and cloak reforms on his body. Armata looks down on the still champion and scoffs.

Armata:"Your not the only one who cheats death. I see the best way to deal with you, is PHYSICALLY!"

Armata begins to stomp Praetor as he lay there. Like a hammer, each blow dents armor. The force of Armata's hits drives Praetor further into the ground, until Armata remembers Ibrahim. He feels the cavern vibrate and immediately turns his attention to the doctor.

Armata:"I don't know what you're planning doctor, but I intend to stop it."

With a surge of power, the vampire flies up to Ibrahim in the blink of an eye. He lingers in the air for several seconds, before gently landing on the platform.