Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-26545936-20181230012857

Nureta glared at the man, so eager to kill, to murder who had done nothing... well, not nothing, but certainly nothing so hostile as he was being right now. Still... this was a Living Armor... or probably was in any-case, she had little doubt that the massive suit of floating magical sentient armor could take a man with a heavy crossbow. Still, there was a group, and she was no doubt someone had magic to aid them in 'hostile conversion' if need be.

The floating purple and silver helmet of the armor moved to seemingly 'look' at the man, though there was no visible eyes beneath the many eye-holes of the visor, only darkness within appeared to be seen. It is from there a woman's voice spoke, monotone and dreary.

"Yes? How can I help you, one of man?" She said this slowly before gingerly twisting the direction of the armor to face the man pointing the crossbow at her. She noted, amused inwardly that he was pointing his weapon at her Emblem, think its a weakpoint huh?

Well, no matter, if this will devolve into combat it will not because of she, it will because of his own way of deciding how this encounter will go.