Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-25808351-20170702042139

Marcus rises, standing tall against his nemesis of old. He runs his fingers through Cyndwella's hair as he turns to face Armata. The two stare eachother down and their auras flare. The combined powers reacting is suffocating to lesser beings, but still uncomfortable to all. Marcus returns an equally devious grin.

"Nah Armata, I don't know about all that shit. We're just two guys who hate eachother and solve our problems with force, the only real problem is that neither of us know how to die. Someday we'll finish this game of ours. Someday we'll find out which of us is the true monster." Marcus outstretches his hand for a shake. Armata sneers at Marcus' hand as if it were diseased.

"Come on you suckhead, I won't break your hand off...." He smirks.

The two beasts lock hands and shake, staring eachother in the eye as they do.

"Of all the foes I've had, of all the battles I fought, none were more intense or fun, then ones you and I had." Marcus let's go Armata's hand returns to Cyndwella's side, rubbing her shoulders.