Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160829203058

Armata:"Yes, very interesting and that", he point to Asja's arm, "explains a lot. As for why you all have me around.... I was invited. Oh yeeeeessss, the good Doctor invited me the moment he tampered with the glyph. His curiosity step up a chain of events that have lead all the way to this moment. These events are altering reality and because of it, my power has been robbed from me as well as all of yours!" He points around the room. "I have just as much right to be here as any of you. You need every capable fighter you can get to have a chance at this. Once my powers are returned, you all can go about your merry lives, but until then I suggest you get use it. Besides, what do any you care if I'm here? After having him around as long as you have, I'd think you like poor company."

Armata gestures to Hound who has moved to a dark corner parallel to Praetor on the opposite end of the room. He leans against the wall with his arms folded, his sword not far away. The dark corner hides most of him, except his boots and tail end of his coat. The only distinguishable facial feature that can be seen is his eyes. His bright blue irises shine in the dark, which would cast a haunting image to lesser folk. Anyone who is looking at Hound can see his eye slowly creep up and glare at De'Sange. Although Hound says nothing, a dark sense of rage can be felt.