Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190115230128

(Everyone) “No chance Jorge. For too many years Armata has been trying to drain me dry. I’ll never let him bleed me, not matter how noble the cause.” Marcus shakes his head.

“Yeah! I’d rather ya bring back his butt sniffing father to stealing his blood.” Cyndwella throws up a hand as she chimes her opinion in.

“Yes, so be it then. Head to the medical wing and has them take a sample of you blood. We will get it to Renwick as soon as possible.” Armata then heads back to his throne.

“I don’t take orders from you, Armata.” Marcus sneers. Armata stops and turns around, staring at Marcus.

“You’ll do it all the same. If you care about winning this fight.” Armata turns back and sits in his throne. Marcus growling as he glares at the Vampire Lord. His attention is drawn as Samia places a hand on his shoulder.

“Let it go Marcus, it’s not worth it.” Samia gestures Marcus to leave. Cyndwella turns around and follows her husband and wife as they leave the throne room. Armata taking a deep breath of relief as Marcus walks out.

“Thank you both, I doubt that would have been that smooth had you not been here.” Armata rubs his head.