Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150423082201/@comment-29458028-20150427140826

The bandit kept a firm grip on his shield, waiting for someone, anyone, to attack him. Vladimir took the initiative and ran forward, his sword slicing in precise arcs through the air. The man drew his sword and parried attack after attack.

"You fight like him ... amazing. Who are you?" commented the bandit.

"Since you will be dead soon. I am the son of Serana and the Dragonborn" proclaimed Vladimir flatly, as he stabbed at the bandit, who blocked with his shield.

The bandit moved back, a little and pulled his hood back. He was a nordic man, approaching his middle age.

"This ... this cannot be true. My hero's son, battling me. Well, give me a honorable death, will you? I am Nikulas, of the Skaal, a wayward adventurer..."

The bandit smiled, sliding into a combat stance.