Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150109212619/@comment-10906938-20150122014439

Quickly, Amaury reached down and collected the dead Argonian's shortsword. He was at a clear disadvantage, and so that disadvantage was pressed with a strong overhead strike. The Breton was forced to meet him. The attacker tried to break his knee in with a strike of a tail, but Amaury saw it coming. He ducked and swung his blade down, slicing half of the tail off. He then brought the sword up and cleft an arm off. After sending the shocked Argonian back with a kick, he turned to hobble away before the water level became too high. Behind him, a severely disabled Argonian with fire in his eyes drew a knife and swam after him. The water level reached his foot about the same time that a dagger did. It pinned his foot to the floor. With a cry of anguish, he dropped to his knee. Assuming the worst, he tore the knife from his foot and returned the favor, except it was a throat being pinned to the timbers this time. Amaury wasn't surprised when he saw a sticky black liquid on his foot.