Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-29458028-20150311112933

Raytheon frowned slightly, touching his face self consciously, examining the wound from earilier. He said "not a friend. In fact, someone who wants to kill me because she is less beautiful than a man. Very unbecoming of a lady."

"Well, pretty lady, I encourage you to stay in the carriage, because things will get dangerous" said Raytheon as he stepped backwards, as the bosmer leapt forward and attempted to land a dual stab with her pair of shortswords. She missed.

Raytheon drew his own sword, slowly. He backstepped out of the range of a pair of slashes, fully drawing his blade.

"Falonna, o, bosmeri bitch, when will you ever learn you will not beat me in close combat or beauty?" sighed Raytheon as he parried a dual downward slash with his sword, before sliding around and slicing her across the back. The cut didn't slice into the flesh, but it did cut the strap that held the ... padding.

"Well, as flat as me, yet scared to admit" smirked Raytheon "time for the serious battle!"

Raytheon engaged with his sword, his attacks seeming to whirl around him and hit everything, yet fast enough to always be in the right place to block. The bosmeri lady attempted a massive swarm of strikes, but all her attacks were parried. Her face was all red. With rage or anger, nobody could tell.

"Now, if someone would just do the honor of backstabbing her..."