Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161204232912

Armata:"You really think death is the end for me? We are already considered dead by your mortal standards, but death does not own us. If I am to meet my end, it will not be without incident..."

He stares out over his burning kingdom, the hot wind from the fires pushes his cloak around as his golden eyes scan. His expression strong and reserved, his mind a storm of thought. He turns to face the brute in black steel.

Armata:"However, if I am to fight to my last, it will be with the only one among you who deserves to fight me... I will face Hound. I'm choosing him because you have the sky whore's favor, as well as I refuse to give the satisfaction of killing me, if you even could. As for the doctor, he is out practicing his profession. Hound and I have been playing this game for some time now, I'd say death is reserved for him..."

(Meanwhile)

The Order troops surround Ibrahim and form ranks, a long pause and silence grips the air as they stare each other down. Only the sound of the popping fires and heavy breathing can be heard. However another noise rises over it all. Footsteps of armored boots grow louder and the soldiers part. Conrad steps out of the ranks and leads his men.

Wulf:"So, is the beast dead, or are you just here to make my work difficult?"