Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150119142301/@comment-25038310-20150120181108

Antoine grinned. He shot off an arrow at an approaching tsaesci, right in the throat. The snakeman tried covering the blood that was flowing out of his neck, gargling and apitting, but in vain. This enraged two other snakemen.

Antoine gracefully ducked, evading a sidewards slash from one snakeman, and fired off another arrow - right in the eye - at point blank rage. The second Snakeman tried stabbing Antoine in the gut, but he widened his eyes as the blade passed through nothing but air.

Antoine had sidestepped, and made the Akaviri trip and fall on the ground. The snakeman lay on his back, and tried covering his face while begging for mercy in some kind of foreign language. Unfortunately for him, the arrow passed right through it's scaly fingers and entered his frontal lobe.

Antoine sheathed his bow, as another group came running at h. About three others that were all wielding swords.

They all attacked simultaneously, but one of the blades passed thrpugh nothing but air. It was evaded, and the Tsaesci had no idea what had just happened. the second one's blade landed on the ground - Antoine had managed to disarm one of the Akaviri so fast, noone could have comprehended it. The third Akaviri didn't lose his weapon - but fell down as his head dropped to the ground.

Soon after, before the former two snakemen could retaliate, their throats were slit in a matter of seconds.

Antoine had managed to parry, dodge, and counterattack three Akaviri almost simultaneously, with the help of a dagger that was suddenly resting in his left hamd, and a bloody sword in his right. The black ebony blades were used effectively.