Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161129063157

Without looking, one of Praetor's limp arms is raised by an unknown force and grasps at the vampire in a distance.

Pull

His hand grasps at the vampire and Armata feels as if a great hand wrapped around him. He soon finda himself being flung accross the cavern splattering the vampire against the stone as one would smear a fat mosquito.

Praetor's arm once again goes limp and falls back down.