Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171215042215

(Ibs/S9/Hound/Flame) Armata chuckles, slightly impressed by Cirelle's show of power. Though the ice spikes are fast and devastating at close range, Armata is far to fast for them. The spikes move in slow motion to him, he strides unnaturally between them and leaves a trail of red smoke behind him. Any spikes that venture too close are immediately vaporized by a blast of heat and flame. While Hound barrels through the obstacles, Armata instead chooses to show his own power.

After Cirelle show exhaustion, Armata capitalizes and begins conjuring his own attacks.

"I hope your cold magic is enough to keep you from feeling the burn..." With an arrogant wave of his hand, four glyphs appear in front of Armata in a square. From each, a churning ball of fire three feet all around, appears. Without even moving a hand, they launch at an incredible speed. One for Sif, Anri, Seiglinde and Cirelle.

"Because I am the most powerful Pyromancer you'll meet." The Vampire Lord watches with assurance of his impending victory.