Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181120225504

(BT) Armata gives Jorge a small nod, a face devoid of expression. The stoic Lord turns away from Jorge and begins striding toward his next point of interest. But the Vampire suddenly stops and turns to Jorge. A familiar smirk is now on Armata’s face, but where in the past this smirk was meant to mock, now Jorge gets a slight sense of humility and friendship from his old enemy. Armata cradles the helm in one arm.

“That’s where you are wrong Jorge. Who you once were, is a singleminded man devoted to a higher calling that boarded on psychopathic. Now? Now you are a father who protects his own. Do not mistake my analysis. You are still very much The Mountain Of Black Steel. A sleeping giant who when awoken, rivals the mutt in ferocity. But now you fight to protect your loved ones. The days of you committing senseless genocide are gone, just like me.”

“You have not changed in battle, Jorge. The only thing that has changed is your motivations for seeking the fight.... And the company you keep.” With that final word Armata turns and leaves Jorge to do as he will.