Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161204053229

Armata:"What are you waiting for Tin Man?"

The vampire turns to meet his foe head on. Wind howls through the gaping holes formed from battle. His hair and cloak flutter about as the breeze wipes away the scent of blood. Armata's eyes glow with power and rage, his world stripped of him in a single night.