Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170111002023

Though Nyx's first cut had been successful, the second one was less so. However it did manage to cut through the man's leather paldron and bury itself deep into his flesh. Blood started to spurt out from his arm and he screamed in panic.

Aigren's shot was successful, but it didn't kill his opponent. The arrow lodged itself slightly below the soldier's right collarbone. He grunted and stumbled slightly backwards, his left hand trembling as he attempted to pull the arrow free.

Five soldiers charged against Athorian and Swift.

"Let's make the most of it then, shall we?" grinned the Argonian as he dodged the first attack with a slippery move, suddenly appearing behind his would-be opponent where he placed his dagger in front of the man's neck and gave it a quick slice, cutting his jugular open and then got ready to face the next Imperial.