Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171220163036

(Hound/Doc/S9/Flame) Nothing. There wasn't a shred of remorse or guilt in Armata. He watches silently and stoically as Cirelle retreats with Opaline. Like a businessman concluding a conference, Armata adjusts his collar and the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Hmph, well that's two birds killed with one fire-" Armata's arrogant words are immediately silenced as Marcus with unparalleled speed and strength delivers a terrifying punch to the Vampire's jaw. Armata's feet lift off the ground from the strike, until the shockwave of force catches up and sends the Vampire Lord flying. He flies into the tree line and travels hundreds of yards, obliterating all trees in his wake. Armata is helpless to stop himself, he waits patiently as he crashes through thick trees and bounces off the ground. Finally he skids to a stop and lays motionless for several minutes.

Like a Zombie, Armata moves. He slowly rises to his feet. Large chucks of wood stick out of his body like shrapnel, and blood oozes from the gruesome cut scattered acrossed his body.

"Well now, seems I pissed off a certain dog..." Armata begins yanking the wood shrapnel from his body and dusting himself off. His broken bones reform and his cuts heal quickly. Once he's reached a certain level of rejuvenation, he marches back to Hound, who stands ready to fight.

"I didn't think cared that much for a pile of sludge."