Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150328063056/@comment-29458028-20150328105441

The vampire got up, his rage inflamed by his destroyed face, as it was disfigured beyond repair. He gor ready to unleash lightning hell when an icy spear tore through his body. Then another.

An entire swarm of icy spears and spikes encircled the Vampire and proceeded to tear the body to pieces as spear after spear flew inwards in a staggered sequence. The Vampire was knocked into the air by the sheer amount of icy projectiles. Raytheon was standing there, left hand feeling his face, right hand outstretched.

There wasn't anything left of the vampire after Raytheon finished, save a massive pool of blood.

"Do not scratch my face, asshole" said Raytheon. He had mended his face with his restoration magic, but revenge had to be taken. He saddled up and decided to continue to Ivarstead.

(What a pointless waste of magicka!)