Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161125234155

Armata:"Grrrrrrrr, the mut chose his compatriots well. My power is not enough to win this fight. I must call upon IT to win this fight..."

Armata descends the rough, crude stairs as quickly as his battered body will allow him. he drags his claws across the wall as he takes on step after the other. water drips from the stalactites and splash on the ground. The passageway is foul with a dark power the saturates air, making it hard to breath.