Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170225142449/@comment-5543592-20170226133152

Szeth frowned at the ring on his finger, wondering is he actually needed it, and almost didn't notice a construct storming up and swinging it's blade at his head.

Almost.

The Nord ducked without looking up and stepped under the construct's swipe as the weapon whooshed over his head. Szeth took a moment to size the creature up, then reached out, seizing it's shoulder, and drove his foot directly into it's knee joint, leaning his head over his back leg to give the kick more force. The machine groaned mechanically, buckling at the knee and falling off balance. It switched the blade around and brought it back to cleave Szeth in two. The Nord had been expecting this, and sidestepped closer to the outside of the machine's shoulder, so he was out of danger, and braced himself. He caught the cyborg's blade-arm by the flesh part, and then wrapped his arms around it to pull himself close and lock up the arm so the construct couldn't move it. He leapt from the ground, twisting in the air, using the construct's arm as a sort of trapeze, so he could slam his feet into the construct's side with all his weight behind them, whilst simulanteously yanking back on it's arm. There was loud crack, as the flesh tore and the metal underneath gave way, the strain having been to much and it simply snapped in half at the elbow joint. The cyborg brought it's steam gun around to melt Szeth face off, but he dropped from his hanging position, jerking the damaged blade-arm down with him. The arm broke off completely, bit of flesh and mechanical parts breaking off with it, and Szeth landed on two feet, holding his new sword by what had once upon a time been a human forearm. The construct wailed, it's severed arm hungling uselessly, loose wires and gears dangling from it's stump.

Szeth aimed the point of his blade at the construct's chest, braced his footing, and drove it directly through to where he knew the soul gem was. The construct froze as Szeth's new weapon found it's mark, and he then wiped the sword out in one smooth stroke, twisting his hips and shoulders so the blade was a blur as it snapped back into the air.

The cyborg teetered, then collapsed.

Szeth stared down at it a moment, before taking a better grip of his severed-arm blade and going to assist one of the heretics he'd fallen in with.

"Here." Lambert beckoned Sulvis, approaching the first bridge, and Lambert selected a nearby unfinished home, which had the beams to make the rafters of the roof pilled neatly out front.

"I trust you can move these without difficulty?" He hoped.