Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150109212619/@comment-5543592-20150121032630

Ox guess he had around three to five minutes before he ran out of air, probably more, he wasn't worried: as a pirate one had to be an execellent free-diver. Ox equalized a few times as they went down, and didn't struggle. The Argonian had the advantage here, and he'd need the element of surprise to win. The Redguard played dead, like he had drowned. When the lizard let his guard down, thinking Ox as done for, he struck. He seized the lizard around the throat with his meaty, calloused hands and squeezed without mercy. He wrapped his legs around the Argonian's waist for better control. The Argonain scratched, kicked, and fought, but Ox just released a hand to bat away the blows. One was enough for a job. Any resistance to the Master at Arms was futile, and soon he was just clutching the asphyxiated corpse. He let go and kicked off it, swimming fast to the surface, equalizing again on the way up.