Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161208021145

Slowly he rises from the rumble, blood seeps out of his mouth. His eyes pan up as his foe approaches.

Armata:{Damn, that hit... he's never landed a blow like that.} *Hound comes into view* "Grrrrr, where did that strength come from?"

Armata asks while his wounds heal.