Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-5583506-20200108012208

Kashya blinked. "Unless you have a disease strong enough to kill Kashya, this one is not interested."

She took a quick jump back and released one of the potions from her belt, quickly down the contents. It tasted somewhat terrible. Like drinking the fat from rotten meat, nor did she feel particularly well afterwards as the effects of the potion began to take hold. Her mind began to turn rather simplistic as her vision narrowed down to just this Dunmer before her. Every vein inside her body popped and she could feel the blood pumping through them as if they were on fire. It was quite painful, but it had its own reward.

Kashya's movements were erratic and jittery. Froth came foaming out of the corners of her mouth, and her eyes had turned completely bloodshot; her ferocity increasing with each passing moment. And all her mind could ever think of was to slaughter, to gut, to bleed, to disembowel this man in every possible way imaginable.

Outsiders would consider themselves lucky not to have an insight into the thoughts that went through her mind during the influence of the potion. Even more lucky if they did not get in her way.

Having lost the ability to speak or reason, Kashya came charging at the Dunmer with the kukris raised, dancing about with hard, unforgiving slashes, as her every movement turned into but a blur.