Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-24942837-20150321154259

Emeric stopped. He grunted when the daggers were pulled out, thanking her. He pulled out the four arrows lodged in his chest, then cast his healing spell. He sighed thankfully as both stamina and health were restored. As the fire spread around them, he helped Kay carry the wounded. At the doorway, he turned around, feeling like he missed something...

His Greatsword! It was still lodged in the neck of the assassin!

He was about to bolt over there to grab it, merely a few feet away, when the roof fell in the distance between him and his blade. Acting swiftly, he ran to the right side of the inn, where there was the least amount of burning timber. He placed one hand on the timber as he leaped over, clapping to avoid catching fire via his gloves.

Emereic could see the sword, stuck in an already burnt corpse. The entire room was searing hot. The heat from the flames was so hot that the Nord's eyes began to water. He dodged more falling lumber as he reached the corpse. He first pulled with just his hands. However, the corpse was stuck into the floorboards via the blade, which caused the Silver Greatsword to be lodged in as well, perhaps stuffed with blood and flesh. He continued pulling, when he looked up and saw a massive part of the roof, made of wood with nails sticking out, was floating above Emeric's head. The piece was holding on to the undamaged part of the roof, but it wouldn't last long.

Neither would he, if he didn't act fast. He jumped on the man's chest, ripping the torso used for killing the Dunmer off and throwing it into the fire. He firmly grasped the hilt,

"On two."

''Creeeeeak! Snap!'' The nails were coming out of the roof board.

"Two!" He pulled with all his might, managing to get it out. However, he put so much strength into it, the Greatsword when soaring in the air, and Emeric was still hanging on. The two landed in a pile of hay and wood. It was at that moment that the Vigilant was flying that the board had come down and impaled the Dunmer. The Nord sighed in relief.

However he still had to get out. Throwing his greatsword first, he jumped right after, picking it up and putting it in it's sheath, closing the door to the inn behind him. He panted, thankful he made it out with the group. He looked up to Kay, "If you ever need a healer or a Vigilant by your side, send me a letter and I'll be there faster than you can get someone else instead of me." He grinned.