Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161017213415

The concentrated beam reaches Armata in a mere instant, if not for him being aware of Praetor's presence, it would prove most troubling. Armata glides around the beam easily, the blood of so many enhancing his movements. It sails straight to the wall and explodes. Chunks of the grand wall fly and pelt the ground. Armata looks down at his hand, the skin half melt and blistered, even after dodging it completely, the heat was enough to cause damage.

He continues watching as his hand regenerates, the burnt tissue falling off, the blisters receding. Meanwhile the two siege titans lumber toward Armata.