Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190506122800

Lamush held back Bakel's swing as best she could, but the strength of his attack caused her arms to buckle slightly and his cleaver bit into her left shoulder, narrowly missing her face. Luckily, the wound wasn't too deep, as Lamush managed to block most of the force of the impact with her own strength.

That would have meant nothing, though, had Bakel kept up his onslaught. But as soon as she mentioned Dursha he hesitated and she felt the weight of his sword lessen.

"What? That...that...she...that..." He mumbled incoherently as he tried to process the information. His mind was clouded with the anger he was projecting onto Lamush, so he couldn't understand her properly.

Bodvar grunted with irritation. "What an arse."

"Captain, which way should we go?" Elisiv asked, gesturing over to the three passages. "Should we follow them or...?"

"Let those bastards go off on their own if they wish." Bodvar interrupted her. He looked over at the other two passages. He wasn't sure which one to pick, both looked about the same.

After a few moments tying to decide, Bodvar reached into his pouch and pulled out a silver coin. He then flipped it and when it landed on the dragon side he said. "We go right."

Elisiv didn't look pleased that the Captain decided this with a coin toss.

"Do you need some healing? Reyl here knows some magic." Jof asked, seeing that Hans' gambeson was stained with blood both wet and dry.

Hans shook his head. "No." He went over to the Orc supply crates and picked up some food and water.

"If we're after the same goal then we could help each other. What do you say?" Randagulf suggested.

Hans didn't reply. He resupplied and then headed off towards the eastern corridor, grabbing one of the torches from the wall to carry with his left hand. "Follow if you must, just don't get in my way."

The Harbinger didn't like his attitude much. "How do you know that is the right way, Hans?"

Hans didn't reply.

"Do we follow this Hans? He seems rather strange." Jof said.

Agrunac was hit square in the jaw. He stumbled back, but collected himself and then counter-attacked, doing a right uppercut to his opponent.

Both of them were unarmored and fighting with only their fists. The sound of cheering from the crowds in the bleechers drowned out Agrunac's own thoughts.

His opponent was hit in the chin, but that didn't knock him out either.

Agrunac held his arms up to defend himself as his opponent went in for a series of blows. He waited while his opponent was tiring himself out, then kneed him in the stomach to create an opening and hit him square in the left temple.

This time his opponent collapsed, knocked out cold.

The Vindhelm Pit errupted in cries of celebration as the brawl finally ended.

Agrunac was bruised and bloodied, but he was still standing. Atmorans gathered around him as others went to drag the unconscious opponent away.

"Haha! That's the third one in a row Stinralg!" Ildi congratulated Agrunac.

Thuli hugged the Dwemer and smacked patted his back. "You're unbelievable! So small, but so strong!"

The smack to his back was stronger than Agrunac anticipated and he almost fell over. His head was dizzy from the fight and this wasn't helping.

"Oh, watch it." Ildi grabbed him under his shoulder. "Let's get you to the bloodworks. You need to rest."

"Rest would be good...with some ale." Agrunac muttered.