Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141005215855/@comment-29461586-20141006205543

(@Nelthro: k. See you soon.)

At Dawnstar... Outside of the Windpeak Inn...

"Come on! Keep swinging!" A patron shouted at a man wearing unique leather armor. The man was pitted against another sellsword who decided to challenge him to a brawl.

The latter tried to land several swings with hooks and uppercuts against the former, but the former, named Fox, dodged before countering with his own powerful punches that sends the sellsword crashing to the snow.

"Do you yield?" Fox asked the sellsword.

"Not yet, friend. You know how to throw a punch, I'll give you that." The sellsword replied as he was helped back up by Fox.

"So... should we go all out?"

"So long as one of us doesn't get killed though!"

Fox and the sellsword then approached one another and started brawling once again. The former ends the battle with several punches to the face before doing a powerful left hook that sends the sellsword flying to the snow once again.

The crowd cheered in joy as they decided to head back to the inn.

"You fight well." The sellsword muttered.

"You too, friend." Fox replied as he helped the sellsword back up.

"Well, I'd better get going." Fox told him

"Where are you going?"

"Markarth. I need to find my apprentice there. She's known to be a rough lass, and I need to find her before she gets herself into a 'damsel-in-distress' situation, though that's quite unlikely, as she has matured overtime."

"Alright, stay safe."

"You too, friend." Both Fox and the sellsword congratulate each other for a good fight and went their separate ways, with the former heading for the Reach with his personal horse.