Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170612193056

(So be it.)

Armata suddenly grasps Praetor's shoulder.

Armata:"Calm yourself Praetor. Can't you see she is feeding you trash? I know the struggle you face now. The crippling torment of self doubt. Be strong, strong as the Knight you claim to be. The Red Bitch seeks to corrupt and decay all in her wake, but I will not let you fall further than you have. Your Sky Whore will have her champion back." Armata's claws dig into Praetor's shoulder, punching through his armor like paper.

Armata:"You can not win this day Alcamarie. Look around you..."

With that, 10 Black armored soldiers burst from the trees at blinding speed. They form a circle around Alcamarie and draw their swords.

Armata:"10. 10 of my personal guard, these warriors are worth 10 armies. If you have any love for yourself, you will leave. They alone will cut you to pieces... and that is before I get involved. You may be immortal, but so am I. Leave, or suffer a fate worse than death..."

His voice cold and furious.