Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160815191145/@comment-5543592-20160816231215

"Shit!" Scire shouted, unable to contain himself at the sight of that, wincing and shielding his eyes. "Fucking Azura..."

The way out did not reveal itself.

More than one had come and the soul of the dragon did not make exceptions.

"Ah, damnit.  We're going to have to cut our fucking hands off, aren't we?" Scire whined, sighing heavily, looking highly anxious.

"No, I don't have anything." He told Hadrian. "Agatha usually does that." He ran a hand down his face. "Although I can't say I wish she was here.  Than she'd have to, you know, get chopping." The Dunmer smiled nervously at his own lame joke, attempting to break the tension.

The Redguard considered her from his position, before leaping from the window. He landed in a crouch on the stage.

Rising, he stood behind Agatha's stretcher and then kicked it free, sending it tumbling to the ground, jostling and bouncing violently.a

"You want a fight?" He stepped over Agatha, towards Miri. He hadn't pulled his sword yet. Miri hadn't seen him, but both Jude and Leya could tell her how quick Daireg was on the draw.

The Redguard held his arms wide, as if inviting her to attack him. "Here I am." He narrowed his eyes at her, and barely spoke in more than a whisper: "Why don't you show me if everything I've heard is true?"