Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171104042644

(S9/ArmataVsFools) "Hehehehehehe." The sadistic and arrogant laughter echoes throughout the dark corridors and halls of the abandoned funhouse, it resonance chilling and otherworldly. "Been a long time sense I've felt this. The lust of stalking, the anticipation of the final strike. For too long I have been bogged down by the mediocrity of politics and diplomatic rhetoric. At long last I regain a taste of hunting actual prey..."

Within that moment, the Siren feels an ice like breath upon her neck, within that instant an frigid hand clasps around her mouth, silencing her voice. Armata leans into her, pressing himself against her young body. "So young, so fresh with blood... a Siren?" His tongue protrudes from his mouth, long and triangular like that of a Demon's. It writhes and slithers up the Siren's cheek, lathering it in his saliva. Slowly his tongue retreats behind his jagged teeth. His hand moves from her mouth and grasps around her throat.

"Now then little Siren, scream for me..." The rest of the teenagers hear her powerful Siren wail echo throughout the building.