Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161118225322

Armata:"Your speed is impressive for a being of your size. However..."

As Praetor slashes at Armata again, the cloak of the dark prince wraps around Praetor's arm like a constrictor, all the way up to his shoulder. It detaches from the vampire and Armata grabs hold of the opposite end like a whip handle. The cloak itself grows incredibly long, reaching 100 yards in length. With the flick of Armata's wrist, the cloak effortlessly lifts the armored titan into the air and with a second flick, Praetor is swung around and into the wall. As if he were a wrecking ball, he is drug along the wall, high in the air for several seconds. The wall breaks and crumbles as the massive man is used to etch a gigantic line of devastation. Not satisfied, Armata proceeds to slam his captive about, crashing him into pillars, statues, fire bowls, suits of armor and more. But Armata winces and looks down for a moment, a small cut is on his chest and he sees the veins in his chest slowly turning black.