Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171106142238

(S9) Just like it was in the funhouse, fog and mist roll in from no where. The thickness of it makes it impossible to see. Back at the funhouse a red smoke pours from the doorway and worms it's way up to Ricky and the Alp. Slowly it envelopes them and begins to take shape. Armata forms in front of them, before the children can flee in a different direction he reaches out and grabs both of them.

"You don't know when to stop, do you? You have been disrespectful little brat for the last time. So tell me, child. What kind of death would you like to suffer? Or, shall I keep you alive so you can watch me drain you little friend here." He hoists the Alp up, her legs dangling. "I suggest you learn from this experience and change your attitude. Because someday, you upset someone who isn't as forgiving as me."

With a doctor's precision he chops the back of the boy's neck with his hand and the boy falls over unconscious. He then tightens his grip on the Alp's neck till she passes out. With the two remaining children incapacitated, the fog clears and the area returns to it's peaceful serenity. The Vampire Lord drags unconscious children a few meters away where a pile is made of their equally unconscious friends. He drops the bodies onto the pile and shakes his head.

"Should have killed the lot of you on sheer principle, but then I'd be disqualified. Rest well. Hopefully you all learned something from this." Having finished his victory speech to the pile of unconscious teens, Armata strolls off into the brush toward his next altercation, in Hound's direction.