Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170710034017

"You speak so highly of the Mutt. It's almost as if you actually fear him."

Praetor finishes his plate and moves it aside.

"I don't know about you but I don't fear him one bit. I welcome him to try and cut me down. I'll only rise up again and again until he tires if ever. Death by a million cuts Armata. But as I am now... I doubt that would be a viable strategy. But until the day I finally am able to be put to death..."

He looks down at his clenched fist and grins.

"Then I'll just wreak havoc as I see fit. After we deal with your problem."