Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180416023159

“Depends on what you mean by ‘DARES’, Tirush.” Armata steps forward, toward the Knight. His muscles are tense, his power in flux, his senses alert and body ready. Armata approaches this titan of raw fighting power with extreme caution.

“What is your business with me? What right do you have to take Imperia and Layoka!?” Armata shouts above the screeching ravens overhead.

The Knight lowers the sword from his shoulder. But let’s it plummet to the ground. It’s intense weight causes the sword to crash to the ground. It impacts with grand power, showcasing it’s weight as it uproots and churns the earth. The Knight says nothing in response.

A simple, “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRFF” is all the group gets in return.