Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5583506-20190910012425

"This one has fought plenty of experienced opponents. And what did all of those experienced opponents had in common? Doubt. They underestimated Khajiit. Hence why she is here now to tell you the story of why she prefers smaller weapons in a fight. The men and women she has taken the lives of were so focused on the teachings they were taught that it indeed took them by surprise as they fell. She believes that they did not actually expect someone of her small stature and equipment to take down heavily armed warriors. That they simply believed themselves to be the best of the best, and thus incapable of dying."

The Khajiit drummed subconsciously with the fingers of her right hand in the air as if she was grasping for something, or playing an invisible harpsichord.

"They unsheathed their swords, and by the time they have swung them Khajiit is already on the other side of their intended impact. The weight combined with the heaving motion of such a weapon makes them rather easy to put out of balance. All it takes is a little prick above here", the Khajiit instructed, showcasing her own shin. "That, at best, will render one of them incapacitated. At worst, it will slowly make him drowzy, but still in a proper fighting condition, as the blood starts pumping. It depends on the size of the target."

She held up her hand, counting on her fingers. "Kashya lives after these rules: A keen mind. Agility over strength. A weapon of seeming insignificance can be far more devastating than the sharpest of claymores. No heavy armor, it will slow this one down." She reached her thumb. "And an apathy to Death."