Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-29458028-20141112043849

Raydin decided to take a short stroll about the College, as he sometimes did. He always did it when he had writer's block. It helped to clear his mind. He waved goodbye to Astrid and left, walking out into the freezing air, breathing it in, feeling it chill his lungs.

A middle aged man stepped out of the darkness and fired a volley of icy spears at Raydin, who didn't even turn to respond. The spears simply disintegrated when they hit the ward around Raydin. Raydin asked "what do you want? Why have you attacked me?"

"You ... your mother killed my sister 15 years ago! You have to die for her."

"Oh, that incident. How about this? We use no magic, we fight with our bare hands. You know magically, you will not match me."

The man smiled and understood. He had the advantage. With a grin, he was a beast, a werewolf, charging at Raydin, who didn't even bother to draw a sword. The wolfman swiped his mighty paw at Raydin's head.

Before the paw even moved much, the entire arm was torn off. Raydin held the arm of the werewolf in his left hand, smiling. He flung the now useless arm aside.

"A little known fact is that I can fight with no magic as well. You obviously didn't expect that. My swords are not for show, you know?"

"Arggh, you brat, die"

"Tut tut, this is not how to address the archmage!" said Raydin, as he maneuvered past the vicious swipes of the werewolf and dodged the deadly kicks. He grabbed the werewolf, pulled him above his own head and laughed, tearing the werewolf into half with his supernatural strength and tossing the parts into the abyss below.

"You were no match for me either way. I do not like to fight, but you provoked me" said Raydin to the gore spiralling into the darkness.