Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160903202650

Armata:"One dose what one must.... I doubt you'll be making such comments when I tearing your throat."

Armata stretches his hands, a sickening crack can be heard as his fingers spread out. Meanwhile, Hound remains silent. His eyes focused on Conrad. But Hound cracks his neck and grabs his sword from his back. He swings it down and I slams into the ground shattering stone. He leans forward in a somewhat feral, agressive stance, his eyes glowing from rage. The power dormant in his blood is something Armata craves endlessly.

Armata:[A shame he is too incompetent to tap into that power.] The Vampire thinks to himself.