Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161210005753

(Sorry BTR, you can thank Inches for my choice.)

I shove the vial in Armata's face, crushing the glass in my grip. The blood drips onto his lips and without warning he bursts into bats and takes off into the sky. I sit down and rub my forehead, groaning like I have a hangover.