Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161129030518

Slowly he approaches Praetor, his rage overflowing. Armata grabs Praetor's helm, his claws digging into the darks steel.

Armata:"So, your goddess will not allow you to stay dead? Good, that means I can kill you as much as I want!"

As if he weighed nothing, Armata throws Praetor against the wall. Stone cracks as the armored champion hits the wall with savage force. The vampire raises his hand, a small flame ignites in his hand and Armata unleashes a massive stream of fire like a flamethrower.