Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160905181803

Hound follows up behind Cire, they both sprint into the fray with vigor. As Cire leaps on to the beast and sinks his blade into it's eyes, Hound goes low. He runs underneath the beast and runs his greatblade across it's underbelly, leaving a large gash. Armata's demeanor is now serious, yet stoic and nonchalant. He strolls into combat the cloak covering his entire body drags along the ground as he approaches. Multiple tendrils fly at Armata, but his speed makes the tendrils look as if they were in slow motion. The tentacles aimed at him strike nothing but air and dirt. As each one tries to hit him, a faint crimson blur can be seen shifting from one spot to another.