Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161118045818

I am your shield.

The lava splashes against his armor as if it were merely water.

I am your sword.

As Armata lands on the ceiling he senses the Ionization in the air as a powerful bolt of lightning eplodes "under/over" him shocking him with residual holy electricity.

Praetor follows Armata as he falls engulfed in golden flames.