Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160825042021

I march up to Armata, my anger ready to erupt into a blind desire to kill. Armata quickly moves Dee out of the way as I approach. I stop just short of him. We stand there, only two feet apart, staring at eachother. The wind now blows hard against us, the trees let out sounds of cracking and stress. Leafs fly past us as our coats violently flutter on cold air. I pay no attention to Dee, I only see Armata. But, I can't help shake the feeling, that a friend is in pain. Turning away from Armata, I head back to road where everyone was.

"Dee, mark my words, do not be fooled." I continue through the forest back to road. {Armata, when this is over, I will see you six feet under.}