Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161221110353

Abiathar feels his body become tense and cemented wear he stands. The irises of Armata glow thier golden brilliance as he manipulates the blood with Abiathar.

Armata:"I'm not mood for your jests, Abiathar. I maybe beaten and weak, but not powerless. I gave you your immortality because I saw something in you, don't make me tear it out."

The glow in his eyes fade and Abiathar's body is once again his own. Armata turns away from Abiathar and faces west.

Armata:"I'm going west. I will go until I hit the ocean. There I will make my home until I am strong enough to open a gate in the rift and return to my world."