Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160419125139

"W-what t-the f-fuck?!.." Aelwin exhaled, staggered by Dunistair's sudden rush and the whistling arrows of a Nord woman. He squinted in an attempt to see where the Breton was, before rushing slowly towards him, holding a shortsword with his both hands.

"D-dude, w-what th-he h-hell are-e you d-doing?.."

He then sobbed and rubbed his bandage, looking around and squinting with his left eye.

"H-how m-many of t-those are t-there?.." he asked with great hesitation and a hint of admittance of the battle's inevitability.