Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160822014258

Armata:"Yes, a Vampire. You Dwarves are so very astute." Armata says sarcastically.

He walks in-between the Dwarven units as they cautiously his movements ready to pounce if he makes one wrong move. As he moves his drags his long claw like nails across the shield walls on either side of him. An ear piercing screech is heard as his claws dig into the Shatterhand shields, etching a line into them. He stops just in front of Ibrahim and smiles smugly at the Doctor.

Armata:"I'm here because of the strange sensation in the air. I can feel it, like humidity on a summer's day. Something, distorting the world and judging form the look on your face, I'd say you know what it is." Armata looks down at Lucida and sees the glow on her arms. "Not to mention, I'm here for him." Armata points to Hound. "I can sense it in your blood, Hound. Have you told them yet? Or, are you to proud to admit your dying." Armata says loud enough for all to here.