Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161208043039

The upper and lower half plop on the ground. Hound stands proud over his handiwork as Armata stops twitching. His eyes slowly glaze over and loose their glow. His claws that clench tight a fist full of dirt loosens and his last breath escapes his lungs. Hound's eyes narrow, for something isn't right. The lower and upper body melt into blood and borrow into the ground. Multiple tendrils spring from the ground and plunge into Hounds chest. Armata reforms, the tendrils piercing Hound's chest is Armata's arm.

Armata:"Impressive Hound, but now I have you. I will savor every second as I drain you of your blood. Then I will absorb it's power and lay waste to your world." *Hound falls to his knees in pain, unable to shout* "But I want you to think about your family in these final moments you have. Think of your daughter and your pretty wife. Think about me visiting them after I'm done here. I cant say what will become of your child, but I can say for certain that Samia will come to know me well. She'll most likely forget all about you when I've finished having my way, WITH EVERY PART OF HER!"