Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180316023904

“Please, please. I meant no disrespect.” Renwick holds up his hands in a pleading fashion. “However...” Renwick’s irises glow in a familiar fashion to how Armata’s has in the past. His demeanor is as calm and passive aggressive as it has been so far, but aura shiftsto something infinitely more sinister.

“I suggest you all mind yourselves.” Armata speaks up, his expression is one of displeasure and disappointment.

“You are here, in our world, accompanying an anathema. You’re all in a difficult position. To begin with, do not insult the means we rely upon, in order to restrain our immortal quarry. These cuffs are perfect in their design against the likes of my kind. We have much grander means of suffering, but we choose to reserve them for truly special cases.” Renwick approaches Prad with a smile that permeates a sadistic side.

“Do not think for one moment you have our world categorized. You would be quite shocked what we are capable of, mortal.” Renwick then turns to Praetor, his eyes conducting the same search as they did with Tirush.

“You boast a fine physique as well. Quite strong. Yet, lacks potential, strategy and control. My interest with, Tirush, is simply from a observation level. I have never seen her like. As a being constantly looking for new an exciting things to study, is it so surprising I’d take interest in her?” Renwick walks around the group, like a wolf.

“You are all in our world. Though you may be confident in your combined strength, this is not your territory. As of right now, I am your only friend. And all three of you are further burying Armata by acting so rude...” Renwick looks to Armata.

“They area spirited bunch...” Armata sneers.