Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161118053201

Armata's remains fly across the room and splat against the wall. Armata lays there, motionless, his lower half several feet away. His claws slowly dig into the stone floor and his remains melt into blood and are absorbed into the floor. The blood from the bodies of the fallen men who have been impaled, congregate at the center of the room and Armata re-forms in the pool of blood.

Armata:"Good try."

A second pool forms several feet behind Praetor and another Armata forms out of that one.

Armata 2:"I felt it lacked motivation."

Armata:"Then let us give him the proper motivation."

The 2 Armata's attack Praetor from all sides as one retreats another advances, slashing the his armors joints and few vulnerable spots. That's when Hound intervenes and stands at Praetors back, covering his flanks.

Wulf:"Hmph."

Wulf rises to his feet and grabs his sword, his demeanor very unhappy.

(Going to bed, night guys.)