Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180405021804

“Seems Tirush is really going to let him hit the ground, this is going to be a mess.” Alburn puts his hands on his hips and spits. Armata and Acheron watch quietly as the final moments transpire. The nameless Higher Vampire crashes to the ground. His body plows through a pavilion roof and into a stockpile of crates and barrels. Armata waits for the dust to clear, then he slowly approaches the landing zone.

He stops as blood slowly seeps out of the rubble, then the rubble shifts. Groans and gasps of pain ring out from the debris, as the Higher Vampire does his best to emerge from destruction. Chunks of wood shrapnel sticks out from what remains of himself. One of his arms is gone, and the restraints destroyed. His weakened body regenerates so slowly that the Higher Vampire seems worried.

{Damn it, the fight has weakened me too much... It will take weeks to recover from this.} The mangled Lord of fortress thinks to himself. Armata then lowers to a crouch in front of his devastated enemy.

“You’re at our mercy now. Tirush has done a magnificent job showing you the extent of our convictions.” Armata grins arrogantly.

“You, wretch...” The mangled Lord can barely speak.

“I’ve had enough of your banter. Tell us what we want before I drain you of your blood...” Armata’s face turns completely serious, while the Lord of the fortress face becomes even more worried.