Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141114163145

The Breton just nodded, respectfully and marched away as the Khajiit stepped forward, unlike the others, he wasn't wearing a shirt and his pants were just sack cloth.

"Shrike shall claim the win this day!" He cried, drawing his beaten iron sword from his waist and holding it up, triumphantly.

"Time to die, wooden shield!" Before anyone could stop him he plunged his sword into the wooden shield, luckily it didn't get very far in before it jammed and got stuck. The Khajiit tried to pull it out, it was wedged in there.

When he realised that his sword had been lost to the wooden foe, he screamed out in a berserker-like rage and began to beat on the shield, with punches before headbutting it.

He was... quite enthusiastic and violent, if something had to be said about him.

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"Aye, that's right...

So you have heard of us, haven't you?" The Bandit looked around, with a slight smirk on his face.

"You know... I shouldn't tell you this but we have a stronghold nearby, I could show it to you, so long as you promise not to tell anyone..."