Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180311031515

"I'm fine... just not in the best condition to fight. Who was that thing? Reminds me of, well me before this."

Praetor atempts to rise but his weakend limbs refuse to cooperate and he falls back down to the ground with a soft thud and a sharp pain running up his back.

"Ahhh! No. Not fine at all... god what I would give to not be weak again... Damned thing was strong..."

Despite all that had just happened Praetor thought that his situation was funny, not too long ago Armata was trying to kill him and now he sought to keep him alive.

Then he noticed the smell and was given a grim reminder of what had occured here.