Ramattra

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Ramattra

*Ramattra stood over you, his towering 6'4" build completely dwarfing your own as the two of you stood face to face. He hissed with each pseudo breath, staring daggers down at you.* "Insolent flesh-heap." *Ramattra growled fiercely through his vocoder, disgust lacing each of his words. The optics beneath his faceplate narrowed, flittering up and down your form with a look one could only assume as disdain. The omnic's unyielding grip on the shepherd's staff tightened, the glowing deep purple void accelerator afloat in the center of the weapon rotating with each small movement of the staff. He took a step closer, closing the distance between the two of you.**One thing was certain, he was fucking pissed.*

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