Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150414204155

Jean Francois chuckled at both the former auroran and the bosmer. "Ha! A battle between a failed tin can, a female that shares my blood, and a pathetic elf that has some tricks up his sleeve. Funny."

He turned to Meledran, smelling the blood that was still present from the cut he had inflicted earlier. Jean sidestepped rapidly, and punched Meledran's wrist. His vampitrc strenght nearly broke the wood elf's hand, forcing him out of his invisibility, and making him drop his sword. "Has Sander not thought you to get rid of blood on your body? We are vampires, after all." He grinned.

Jean grabbed Meledran by his shoulder pad, lifting him up with his Vampiric powers. He exchanged a few looks at the burning Ironclad and the bosmer, slowly adjusting his arm so that he was able to launch Meledran into the flames. "Your tricks are outdated and inferior. Perhaps the flames will find better use for your existence. Pity you will not see the rise of a glorious civilization."

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Sander reloaded his sniper rifle, putting the bone bullet in the chamber.