Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171128195058

(S9) Armata senses Kira's reaction to the empty threat and his eyes are completely focused on her, until Brad retorts. The boy's smug face and smile not only offends the Lord sitting in front of him, but it sparks the malevolence that up until now, was tame.

"Under normal circumstances, you'd be right." The Flame in his hand dies as his gaze returns to Brad. "However..." Armata's hand snaps to Brad's throat and he effortlessly hoists the young man from his seat. Armata's eyes glow for an instant and a ring of fire forms around the carriage they stand in, acting as barrier between them and Brad's groupies.

"This is not a 'normal' circumstance. I am not some inept mortal diplomat that can be read like a book and folds under threat of retaliation. Noooooo dear boy, you have no idea of who I am. The only being who truly understands my nature is the mutt, JAGHUND! For I have spent the last millennia at war with him. I do not fear your Band nor any conflict involving them. I am worth an army of millions and more. Your Band would break like water on rock, and I would feed on it's survivors, turning them into my puppets!" Armata's grip on Brad is tight, but loose enough that the boy can just barely breath.

"For me, boy, there is no greater satisfaction than the utter domination of my foes. To watch them flee in terror and listen to them pray to whichever gods they acknowledge, before I drain them, is sweeter to me than the rarest of wines. So do not fool yourself, because you don't know a damn thing about who I am and what I will do... But fortunately for you that is not my intent." Armata let's go of Brad and boy drops to the carriage floor with a thud.

"No, your group has proven most useful and I always keep my word. As such the pact between me and the Band shall not be broken. But that does not mean that YOU are safe." The Vampire Lord returns a smug smile of his own to the boy who desperately catches his breath. "Don't you ever presume to know me or smile at me like that again, or I will be a pain in your neck... literally." Armata turns to exit the carriage but stops. He looks down to see Kira laying on the floor. Slowly he reaches out to her, he can feel the book's energy spike, afraid of what happens next. Until Armata merely picks her up.

He examines the book quizzically, before setting her gently on the carriage's fine seat, facing up and perfectly centered. "There you are, the floor is no place for a book. Especially not one as unique as you..." Armata leaves Kira and Brad be, despite his belief that spending that much time with them will hurt him in the next round. He walks through the ring of fire as if it wasn't even there, Brad's fan club desperately trying to put out the flames to get to there idol. As Armata exits the clearing and disappears into the brush, the ring of fire dies allowing access the young man.