Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161017162834

The siege titans preform in spectacular style. As the wall crumbles every soldier shouts and cheers. Godfrey waves his hand dismissively and the troops charge. Our heros watch as 10,000 well armed soldiers rush to the breach their formations breaking into an all out charge. The siege titans continue bash the breach, making it bigger to accommodate for a large force. From high up on the overlook, the group hear the sound of chattering armor, feel the thunder of 10,000 strong and see the spectical of an army clad in white and gold rush into hell. But some slow and others stop altogether, when a cloud of more then 50,000 bats flutter over the castle and decend upon the the first wave of soldiers.

They pour out of every crevice of the castle and burst through the breach in the wall. Like a plague they swarm the soldiers. Bitting, scratching and clawing, they assault the troops. The Order soldiers desperately swatting at them in an effort to drive them off. After several minutes of the bats assault, they retreat and the soldiers watch dumbfounded as they pull back toward the castle and flutter just above ground, as if they were a swarm of bees. Suddenly the swarm clusters together and form Armata.

The Vampire smirks and signals the soldiers to advance. Not backing down, they charge again. Armata does not flinch as the soldiers get closer, Godfrey anxiously awaiting the sound of Armata's screams.

Wulf:"The bats, he sampled their blood, all of them. Goddess have mercy on them." Godfrey's smile disappears at the sight of Wulf's sudden display of concern.

The Vampire raises one hand and the every soldier floats off the ground. Shouting, screaming, grabbing one another as they weightlessly hover over head. Godfrey, in shock, leans forward on his horse.

Godfrey:"What in the name of the Goddess!"

Armata closes his outstretched hand and the 10,000 men explode into a mist of blood. The blood floats unnaturally for several seconds before forming into a ball in Armata's hand. Nothing is left of the soldiers but their armor and weapons.

Armata's:"Pitiful creatures...."