Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-29559990-20160119002417

"Oh my god..." Ja'Keil muttered, sitting back in his chair and feeling his heart rate rise at an alarming rate. Kilkreath wasn't safe. They needed to get out, ASAP.

Athorian and Mongo, oddly enough, seemed to be remarkably calm during the mass panic and were simply checking the quality of their weapons.

"What are we going to do?!" Ja'Keil squealed.

"Kill us a Biggie, duh," Athorian shrugged, tucking his cutlass away.

"Kill a-WHAT?!"

"Chill out, Jackal. I've killed plenty of Biggies. They ain't that much trouble."

"Ain't much trouble?" Ja'Keil said, his breath speeding up. "Have you actually ever seen one of those things?"

"Yes," Athorian said, glaring down at the Khajiit and growing rather serious. "I've seen more than you can possibly believe, boy. And I've killed more than you can believe."

"But-"

"Enough," Athorian grunted. "Get you're damn sword. We're killing a Biggie."