Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150227085939/@comment-29458028-20150306113513

Levith ripped his spear out, as he kicked off the dragon's body, his wings open as he flipped around, aiming to land in Windhelm. He glided forward, angling towards the Palace of Kings, where he last saw the friendly dragon go to.

Levith knew he didn't have enough energy to brake well, so he just attempted to lose enough speed before he actually hit the ground hard. Mess that up, he would have to say goodbye to Alisa for 666 years as he reformed in Oblivion.

The ground came up and Levith flipped over last minute, slamming into the area outside the Palace of Kings, as he dug his spear into the ground. He eventually stopped. He looked at Alisa, smiled weakly and said "hello sexy ... I did it ... three dragons dead."

Levith passed out from exhaustion afterwards. His breathing and pulse were all stable. He was just asleep.