Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161130025311

(Not that I know of Ibs.)

Strike after strike buries Armata further into stone and earth, his body resilient but hurting. He run through his mind what to do. How to turn the situation to his advantage.

Armata:{I could possess the beast's mind, I still have it's blood. NO! It's linked to the void, who knows what would become of my consciousness if I directly possessed it. That's it! The corpse still has a trace amout of it's blood.} "ENOUGH!"

The vampire clenches his fist and the titans arms stop in their tracks, for the moment. Armata rises to his feet, his body riddled with cuts. The titans limb quiver as it desperately tries to break free of the blood manipulation and heed it's new master's commands. In the moment given, Armata again charges another seering beam and blasts off one of the titan's hands. Armata shouts as he can no longer hold back the beast and is forced to let go. As it's other fist comes crashing down, the vampire flash steps out of the way to another platform. Is panting heavy, even though his wounds heal shut.

Armata:{Damn it, I can't this up much longer. I need nourishment.}