Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161018042504

Armata:"Heh.... a little.... early for power.... plays." He says in between gasp of air.

The Vampire explodes in mist and reforms on Praetor's back.

Armata:"I'm a slippery devil." Just then Armata's claws jab into Praetor's side.

The sound of his fingers puncturing the dense armor rings out. He pulls his hand from the knight's side. Blood drips out of the four perfectly shaped puncture marks on his side. A sadistic smile creeps across the Vampires face.

Armata:"Now I have your blood." He holds up his hand covered in Praetor's blood and slowly brings it to his tongue. {With tin man's blood, Ibrahim's gravitational magic will be nothing!}

Armata's eyes grow wide as Hound's combat knife clean cuts his hand off. In his moment of shock, Praetor spins around and boots Armata off him. As the Vampire sails a short distance, Ibrahim launches a ferocious bolt of lightening, striking Armata down to the ground.

Armata:{Damn it, the cretins are forcing me to burn through my power.} He watches as our heros regroup. {Fools, this is my kingdom.} "Well done, you're obviously determined to win, but I haven't even begun to fight." He looks to his castle, then back to our heros. "I'm going to retire. Come find me if you dare." He bursts in a cloud of bats that flock into the jungle of towering spires.

(K guys, bed time for me. This is awesome!)