Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160904153148

Armata and I cut through Conrad's charging forces. Each soldier dumb enough to stand in our way is met with lethal efficiency. We split up and cut a swath of death through two different ranks simultaneously, the soldiers of the right flank encircle me, their spears meant to halt my advance. I retaliate by unleashing a large swing that scatters troops like cockroaches. Handfuls of soldiers charge me at once and I send each group flying all the same.

Just as I cut one in half, another charges my flank with a greataxe. This unlucky fool looks up and in a split second, the Vampire Warlord is sailing over me and targeted him. Armata's eyes glow with an insatiable thirst, his mouth already stained with blood of many others. As I continue to fend off the hordes, I get a mere instant of seeing Armata gnawing on the soldiers neck, beast like grunts can be heard over the sound of tearing flesh. I break from this chaos and ascend the chain. "ARMATA, MOVE!" I shout furiously.

Armata lets go from the soldier's neck violently and flings the body like trash. He roars like an animal who has been interrupted, the undead troops unnerved for a moment hesitate to advance any further. Armata smiles at their hesitance and say,"Chow." Before burst into bats and flying up the chain. He only holds the form long enough to catch up, any longer would strain him in his weakened state. We both trail behind Conrad, the massive chains creek as we ascend.