Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-3293219-20141029182659

"Fuck!" The Mediator gasped, in rage as the vampire's entrails rained down from the sky, he looked around for the source of the magic.

"Fuck this!" He snapped turning around and marching over to the nearest vampiric bandit, who's sword was interlocked with one of his own men. He grabbed the vampire by his armour and turned him around and shoved him to the ground, he knelt over the vampire and bludgeoned him, repeatedly, with the rock before eventually stopping to force it into his mouth.

He rolled the vampire over, onto his stomach and forced him to bite down onto it, pushing his head down with both hands, not even flinching at the sound of the vampire's fangs and the rest of his teeth by extension, crunched. His teeth broke apart and came loose in the vampiric equivelant of castration, a river of blood fell from his mouth and drooled around the rock as he was forced to bite into it.

The Dunmer stood up and brought his boot up, repeatedly stamping on the vampire's head, between the five to ten stomps, the bandit's head was close to being completely destroyed. He would have kept on going, if it weren't for his Bosmeri right hand, who snatched his arm and pulled him back to get his attention.

"Azarath!"

"What!?" He bawled in her face, fire in his eyes as he stared her down and she hesitated to tell him, despite how seasoned she was and how dire the situation was.

"We aren't alone." She whispered, gesturing to Tyranus, the Dunmer turned around and saw the mage stood there, thankfully, he had calmed down considerably at this point and was ready to talk.

"You one of Gyron's boys?"

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Nadira nodded, ready to hear it, she was somewhat relieved that they'd have a med bay as Sebastian was the only doctor on site.