Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161129145539/@comment-24280666-20161207204944

"Gods, some finesse may be called for..." Elric sighed, climbing the ragged wall of the keep. As he reached the top, Elric noticed a Tribal turning to face him. What good luck... Elric thought to himself, scaling the final mount of the wall and pulling two of his Daedric Daggers. The Tribal pulled two of his own daggers, and challenged Elric with a flick of his wrist. Elric responded by lunging forward with his right hand, then sharply pulling back, feinting the Tribal out of a parry. He then brought up his left dagger, knowing that the tribal would anticipate this, and used it to his advantage. He, instead of parrying their block with his left hand, brought his right dagger diagonally to meet the opponents blocking. Then, using the moment of confusion caused by the unusual technique, he ducked his left dagger under the opponents dagger that was blocking his dagger and brought it up, using the sharpness of the Daedric Dagger to cut through the opponent's hand. Anticipating a sideways cut from the Tribal, Elric quickly rolled backwards, using the blur to let a dagger fly at the Tribal. The Tribal managed to duck under the dagger, brought to his knees from the pain of the loss of his hands. Elric quickly got to his feet, thanked his opponent, and slit his throat, retrieving his opponents daggers, as well as his own.

He removed his invisibility potion from his bag and took a guzz, drowning about 1/16 of the large bottle. He vanished, and began to sneak around the battlements, looking for archers to backstab.