Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20180116050318/@comment-26362630-20180203003237

Simon grabs the hunting horn, thick layers of Iron starts to entomb him. It would slowly turn into an armor of chaos and death, his face can't be seen, only his crimson eyes of death. His voice would be deep and demonic

Simon:Then let us battle, after all. Misery loves company.

Simon can be seen slightly bigger due to his armor, he lifts up his hunting horn and puts it on his shoulders