Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-29458028-20150311101306

Raytheon seemed to look bored as he parried and slashed at the two men. He suddenly seemed to have this crazy rush of inspiration as he leapt backwards to avoid an arrow, which scratched his face. He sheathed his sword and cracked his knuckles. Icy claws formed on his fingertips.

"Get ready fo the manliest bitchslaps ever" said Raytheon as he attacked again, this time disarming the two men and using their own swords to kill them.

"Come out, Falonna. Your men are dying. The solid snakeman is just toying with them, bitch."

A bosmer lady wielding a bow stepped out, nocking another arrow. Her face was twisted into a snarl, but she was indeed beautiful.

"So, you still wearing those pads? If you are flat, admit it."