Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161017234242

Ibrahim's attack in the shadow of Praetor's, catches Armata by surprise. He has almost no time to react as the pillar of poison hurled a toward him. The Vampire desperately moves out of the way in an undignified leap, narrowly missing the brunt of the poison. However, as the pillar touches down, it fragments and splash effect covers Armata. Harrowing scream of pain ring out as he writhes in pain. Steam rises from his body as the liquid burns away his flesh. Residual blood on the battlefield slithers across the ground and coats Armata red, the blood then pulls off of him and lays lifeless on the ground.

Armata:"Ah nothing a little bath can not fix." The blood having washed away the poison lays there, now poisoned itself, Armata burns it with a stream of fire his fingertip. "I commend you two for your bravery.... it is unwise challenging me in my domain."

Just behind Armata, the two active siege titans are almost upon him. With a smirk, he raises his hand and a large stream of fire engulfs them both. Hound watches as the titans shamble and fall apart, now giant torches that tint the land in an orange glow. Meanwhile mechanics inside the behemoth machines, are jumping out to escape the burning prison. Unfortunately, the titan's height is great a fall and the mechanics meet a hard landing.

Armata:"Now which of you would like to die first?"