Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161209023914

His face in the dirt, his bones broken, organs failing and his pride destroyed, Armata struggles to flip onto his back. Ready for death he watches Hound get closer.

Armata:"Deidre, I'm so sorry..." He mutters to himself. "Where did that all that power come from, Hound?"