Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170623015256

Armata grabs Praetor by his serrated throat and squeezes tight. To the giant's credit, he stands firm as the blood seeps from his neck, flowing over the contours of Armata's fingers and hand.

Armata:"Force your dominion? You could not force yourself over a box of orphaned Kobolds, let alone me. I'm taking you in out of sympathy! I know your pain Tin Man, but I also know how powerful you are. I want to see you returned to that warrior of old, yet, with a greater understanding of your world."

The Vampire wipes away the blood on his hand and sneers.

Armata:"Mamono are not your enemies, Praetor. There are far greater beasts that need to be slaughtered. Aside from the mutt, you are the only brute force this world has. I will not see you die, in a ditch."

Armata hesitates to move on.

Armata:"Praetor, you are without doubt, one of the strongest mortals I've ever faced... Don't waste that strength on false enemies. Put your power to foes who would destroy the world your beloved so cherish."