Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171220132030

(Doc/S9/Hound/Flame) Armata dodges both attacks from Cirelle with ease. He remains in her way, showing a disregard for Cirelle's warnings and shock.

"I'm not the one that is going to kill her, the fire is the one doing that. Perhaps you should have thought about that, instead of relying on game rules for safety. Only imbeciles dare to continue with me." Armata grins.

However, the horrific and tortured screams of the Opaline finally reaches his ears. Armata looks over his shoulder and sees the Slime losing it's construction and form, being reduced to a boiling puddle. Time was running out and her life was fading. Though he cares nothing for her life, Armata knew the Vantulos wouldn't share his open mindedness of the situation.

{Allowing her to die would bring me no satisfaction and only serve to disqualify me...} He thinks to himself. With an unexpected change of heart, the Vampire Lord waves his hand, and fires engulfing the Opaline fade instantly. He stares for a moment as the Slime calms down, she pants heavily, finally able to catch her breath. He then looks to Cirelle and floats out of her path.

"There. Go to her. You have my word I shall not advance further until the Slime is stable." He gestures his hand toward to Opaline.