Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161023000337

(Man flesh. Armata picked up our trail!)

"Living armors...." I say with conviction. Dozens of suits of armor begin pouring into the foyer. "They are the souls of warriors, bound to the armor they died in. They have no weaknesses, you must locate the soul trapped within and exercise it, or destroy the armor completely." The steel figure clank and creek as they ready their weapons.