Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171220214010

(Hound/Ibs/S9/Flame) The wind picks up as the last of Armata's wounds finish healing. He smiles with his signature smug grin and decides to further antagonize his teammate.

"You honestly want to break the game rules now? Over a mound of Slime? What a waste. Just when I was beginning to enjoy my overwhelming advantage. Admittedly I was only in this to prove a few points to certain individuals. But now I must confess I've been looking forward to this moment, mutt. We have not had a satisfactory scrap in some time. And frankly, I'm bored with these infants. So we'll let them go, before we get to the real fight."