Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161118042706

Armata stands stoically as the lava spreads around, his cloak moving vigorously as the geysers erupt around him. He cracks a smile, baring his fangs. Moving his hands back and forth, Armata manipulates a some of the lava and hurls it toward Praetor. Following this move, Armata hastily jumps to the ceiling to escape the spreading lava. While on the ceiling, he stands up straight, the laws of physiques meaning little to him.