Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170624021335

Armata:"Indecisive..."

Without a single movement of his hand, Armata's eyes glow and Praetor's body is stricken with horrendous pain. He feels his blood vessels, veins, muscles and body tighten, his entirety cramped. His brain throbs as his neck muscles twitch. His heart stopping every couple of beats.

Armata:"There is not a damned thing indecisive about me. I could kill you right now, then go home and slumber like an infant. I've propped up thousands of mortal filth, like you, as totems to my mercy. Do not mistake my kindness, for weakness Praetor, or it will be your last mistake."

The Vampire lord stretches out his hand and Praetor's body loosens, regaining itself. Suddenly, Praetor's serrated neck begins to patch itself, slowly, but surly. Within 5 minutes his wound is plugged with a grotesque but effective mass of dried blood.

Armata:"There. More care is needed to fix that hole, but it should do for now."