Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-5583506-20150723191043

With the Mages' Guild closed for some sort of council meeting Shakti cursed loudly and decided to calm herself with some beverage.

Locate the resident heads of each guildhall, my furry ass, she reflected and sincerely hoped that Ragnar would knock his big dumb head into a signpost.

As she was getting ready to enter a nearby inn to drown her sorrows she just reminded herself on the shortage of gold.

She hissed in irritation and slightly kicked the door with the tip of her foot. It hurt.

She walked off with a surly expression on her face, heading down an alleyway. Maybe there was some cheap inn somewhere where she could drink and pay on a later occasion?

"Going somewhere, luv?" smacked a voice from a nook in the alley.

Shakti turned around with grumbling sound. "This one is going to fetch herself a drink. Don't try to stop her."

From the shadows of the alley a Breton appeared. He was swarthy and ill-shaven. He had a pair of dark eyes, glimmering with distrust and his oily, dark brown hair indicated that he had more important things to think about than tending to it. When he smiled she noticed several gaps where some of his teeth should have been.

''A lowborn... Just as this one...''

"Maybe I can help you?" he said with a smirk.

Shakti didn't need to be a genius to tell that this man was definitely not her friend. "This one can handle herself fine, thank you. Unless you've got five bottles of Cyrodiilic Brandy in those dirty clothes of yours, Khajiit doubts that we will have anything else to speak about."

The Breton's smile disappeared. "Say, how come a common housecat like you got a tongue like that?" He pulled a knife from his clothing. "I was just going to take your valuables, but now I think I will have you... without clothes or anything on you. Oh, and I hope you don't mind that my friends have a ride as well. Sharing is caring after all."

Shakti soon became aware of several other shapes lurking about in the alleyway. It was only until now she had noticed them. ''Shit... ''she reflected.

"Do I have to make myself even more clear, cat girl?" said the Breton and cocked his head, waving the knife in front of her face. "Take your clothes off and spread your legs already."

Shakti pulled down her hood so that she would be able to see them better. She bent down and put her spear to the side, but with the sheath on the top these ruffians wouldn't be able to tell it was a weapon. To them it was a mere, harmless wandering staff, nothing more.

She crouched and pretended to undo her sandals.

"Well, bloody hurry up already!" growled the Breton and scratched himself in the groin. "Neither me or my lads have had a proper poke for weeks."

Shakti shot some glares at the faces around her. ''Breton, Imperial, Nord, and a Redguard... Men... Well, at least not a single one of those pointy-ears were here to see Shakti strip. Lucky them. At least they are not in for my surprise...''

When she slowly raised herself up again she kicked her foot high up in the air, sending her sandal flying straight into the face of the horny Breton. In the confusion she had enough time to rip the sheath of her "staff", allowing her would-be rapists a full view of the weapon hidden there.

"She's got a bloody spear!" snarled the Breton with his nose now bloodied. "The hell are you waiting for?! Kill the cunt!"

The Imperial came at her first with a stabbing dagger. Shakti managed to slam the handle of the spear against his arm, pinning it up against the corner of the stone wall and holding it there until he screamed in pain and dropped the dagger.

"Aaah! Fuck!" he cursed. "She's breaking my arm! She's breaking my aaaa..."

With a forceful thrust from Shakti's spear there came a sickening snap as she completely disclocated the Imperial's arm and sent him to his knees with an incoherent blubbering.

Next one up was the Redguard and the Breton at the same time. The Redguard was armed with a shortsword. A perfect weapon for discreet killing and for hiding in dark alleywas. Unfortunately for him, this wasn't his lucky day. With his sword raised, Shakti plunged the bottom of her spear straight to the ground in an instant, inches from her attacker. The Redguard didn't have the time to halt his advance and so skewered his own arm at the tip of the spear pointing upwards. He screamed in agony and had to use his other arm to pull the other free, disrupting several veins as he stumbled back through the alleyway.

The Breton was swift and tricky, but also shorter than her. As he came at her with his knife waving back and forth, she just had to wait for the right occasion to put him in his place. For each time he advanced she took a step back, until the space between them was not enough for him to hit any vital parts. When he was close enough in to almost giver a kiss, although a lethal one at that, she responded by knocking her forehead into his skull. His eyes rolled up into there sockets as he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

Last one up was the Nord, who came at her with a battle axe.

What sort of street thug uses a battle axe to rob people?!

She had to be quick here. One blow from a battle axe was enough to break through the armor she was wearing beneath her robes. But an axe was a heavy weapon, deadly but slow. If she could wear him out by just having him swing and miss, she would come out of this unscathed. She probably would anyway, but she knew that one single misstep was all it took for her to become a dead woman.

Just imagine that he this dumb Nord is Ragnar and this will go a whole lot easier.

But as she readied herself the battle was already over before she even had a chance to react to it. The Nord had come charging in at her with his battle axe raised in an attempt to cleave her into two Khajiits, but had been sent back as the head of his axe had gotten stuck in an outside hang plate and knocked him unconscious against the hard cobblestone.

Shakti raised an eyebrow and looked up at the signpost hanging outside the secluded smithy.

''The Hard Place... ''she reflected with a shrug. Signposts are apparently not a Nord's best friend, Ragnar.

With the ruffians all defeated, Shakti took her time to loot each and everyone of them, claiming their gold as hers and was on her way to find a comfortable inn where she could drink in peace.