Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-25038310-20150116070012

Antoine had killed the three, and another group of four was about to attack. Antoine, instead of attacking from a distamce, sprinted to the Akaviri. He rolled in the middle of the group, evading various swords and frost spells. The akaviri tried stabbing him, but one ended up stabbing one of his own people, due to Antoine's nimbleness. Another was blinded and caught off guard by his large cape, leaving his chest open for Antoine to stab him. The last one brandished a long spear, and Antoine simply side stepped to avoid it - making a large cut in the Akaviri's throat. the snakeman dropped his spear and tried covering the gashing wound on his throat while looking up and muttering something in another language - until he fell flat to the ground.

Antoine felt confident, but that feeling dissapeared when he saw the large and big amount of Akaviri. It was too much to handle - for anyone.

He turned to La'Ira, pointing at the outskirts of Falkreath.

"We need to go. They're too much to handle." He said, cold and calm.