Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190614234510

Armata looks to the unresponsive Barnabus, very little of the Vampire remains.

“His recovery would take too long if we did it conventionally. We were fools to risk to the success of this mission for the lives of a few.” He looks to Marcus, the Wardog returning to Pramool’s attention.

“OI! YOU OLD FUCK! I’M STILL STANDIN! YOU’VE EITHER GOTTEN WEAK IN YOUR OLD AGE, OR YOU WEREN’T THAT TOUGH TO BEGIN WITH!” Marcus barks. A anyone would instantly regret. Pramool descends upon Marcus, bringing his own greatsword’s flat edge down upon him, repeatedly driving him into solid ground.

Armata takes this opportunity to drink, and absorb Barnabus, refreshing his power.