Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150210220636

Sander's so called 'feignt' was used to block the slash if the Hunter. He grinned, seemingly oblivious to the knife sticking out of his eye. It didn't seem to bother him much.

He raised the revolver with his other hand, although he sheathed it again. He wasn't planning on using it.

He grabbed the throwing knife, and with one pull, he removed both the eye and the projectile, dropping both of them on the ground as a new one regenerated. This eye had a darkened, orange version, rather than the light orange version of the former.

"As you know, us vampires can regenerate nearly every limb and organ. I'm afraid that I have a higher pain tolerance than most vampires, so the eye didn't affect me that much.

However, the attack on your ribs.. any normal Vampire or Daedra should have died from that, which confirms my theory that you were indeed afflicted by the nobleman."

He slowly circled around Hunter, watching him.

"You know, a bad thing about our regenerative abilities is that, if captured, tortures can take forever.. literally." He said we although that didn't count for him. Although he had a supressed sense of pain, he could still carry the consequences, like the damage to his overall health.

He stopped circling, and his gaze turned serious. He adjusted his footing, like he was just now preparing for the real battle that would ensue. An entirely other battle stance, more befitting to that one of a swordsman.

He pointed the saw edge of the cleaver at him.

"Where is the top hat?" He asked, threatingly. "Answer, and I won't start playing seriously."