Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160904205233

The Vampire stands proud in the face of this adversity, he cracks his signature arrogant smile at Conrad who returns a smile of his own. The wind howls at these altitudes, the world below a canvass of orange and red blanketed in grey and black. The smoke rises to even these heights.

Armata:"Pity? Indeed. Without my power even the simplest techniques are tiresome. However, YOU should not underestimate me, just as I wont underestimate you...."

Armata lunges forward swiping his claws at Conrad's vitals, but the Order general is talented. He dodges and blocks the flurry of attacks and counters. Back and forth they go swinging and slashing at one another. Conrad bellows in sudden rage and brings his shield up as you would a fist, he then throws a punch at Armata, the shield acting as a brass knuckle if you will. Armata leans back, the shield narrowly misses him and crashes into the wall, Conrad pulls the shield's pointed end out of the wall. Small chunks of rock break free from the mighty Crucible wall as Conrad frees his shield, a testament to his impressive strength. Armata shouldn't be surprised, as he has faced Conrad many times, but Wulf always seems to get stronger. The 2 lung again and continue their treacherous duel on the narrow outcropping.