Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-5543592-20190919205746

The Khajiit began to shriek, not in pain, but in sheer terror. Midnight's appearance alone, combined with the fact that he was being held down by Shadows, was enough to make anyone pee their pants.

Shrava got to watch as the flames consumed the Khajiit, who began to scream piercing ,falling first to his knees, fur burning off, and then flesh beneath. He extended an arm towards her, scream becoming garbled, and then his charred corpse fell into the dirt. The air began to smell faintly of cooked pork and burned hair.

The arrow took the Khajiit through the back, severing the spine. He pitched forwards, faceplanting into Cade's breastplate, who hurriedly shoved the corpse aside. The remaining to Khajiit rained simultaneously blows down on Cade, who raised shield and sword to easily parry them.

"You should surrender, villains, for you know not who you face!  I am..."

The calm seemed to work, as the dog relaxed, and deigned to sniff Lysilde's hand. Killer stood up straight, so large that it's shoulders stood level with her elbow.

The Khajiit hadn't been expected them and took quite the wallop in the stomach from Clodagh's sword, knocking each of them into the dirt.

The covenant would be quickly realizing that none of these men were competant fighters.

Scaldor's attacker came in swinging, axe first. The Altmer reeled back, barely avoiding the blow. Once out of the weapon's path he hooked his arm around the axe and pulled--yanking the Khajiit off balance and directly into a head butt. The Khajiit's nose broke with a savage pop. The Khajiit yelped, trying to hold his nose, and Scaldor tore the axe from his hands, shoved him to the ground, and then went to work on him.