Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150627224251

((Okay, allow my other chars here to step in.. I've waited for two days now and I sort of want to end this fight.))

Antoine Gascoigne, Before Sander managed to inflict a deadly wound against Iscariot, shot the vampire in the throat.

The bullet whizzed, until it hit its market. Sander was knocked against the wall as he clutched his throat, stopping some of the blood that slowly coated his duster coat in bloodred.

"If it is not Lafayette," he started, hopping through the broken window. "The one who'd rather team up with petty daedra and Resistance scum instead of my mistress. A foolish choice."

Sander's throat started healing in a matter of seconds. He coughed a few times, before turning to Antoine. "Coward.. shooting a man while he's just about to kill another." He glared at Iscariot.

"Your execution is delayed," He spat. "I'm afraid I have tougher opponents to fight than a petty Vigilant."

"Good." Antoine retorted. "Sorry to butt in," He said, turning to Iscariot. "But this one's mine."

"By Boethiah, why am I hated so much?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"Not just by my loyal servant, unfortunately." A dry and raspy voice added from the back of the inn. Anna Gilliet stood in the door opening, probably haven teleported there.

"Just what I wished for.." Sander replied. "Fucking excellent."

"Hmm.." Anna muttered."Too many troublesome individuals here. Let's take this to some other place, shall we?" She casted a few incantations, using her own blood.

In a bright red flash that blinded everyone, the three had dissapeared. They reappeared far away from the inn - Sander against his own will.