Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-5543592-20150722185017

As the thugs went about their buisness, which was to say holding people hostage, one Nord had the misfortune to be under the second story room. There was a sudden crack above him, not loud just harsh, and he looked up to see one of the wooden boards splinter.

He furrowed his brow, and we about to open his mouth to say something, when the floor above him exploded. Wood rained down in splinters and shards as an elf in silvery armor dropped down with a thud on top of the thug. The Nord collapsed onto his back from the sheer force of the collosion, knocking his head against the ground. He looked around, disoriented, to see a Bosmer standing above him, just before said Bosmer kicked his lights out.

A thug behind him surged forwards, perpared to dispatch this target like he was nothing, but the Bosmer made a full 180* turn, gaining momentum as he spun, and the thug's face collided with the elf's fist. Needless to say, he ended up on the floor as well.

The Bosmer turned towards the Dunmer who, rather expectantly, raised his crossbow to shoot the Bosmer. The elf reached into a pouch on the left side of his chest, drew a needle, and chucked it across the room. The needle embedded itself in some part of the bow's firing mechanism and it clicked when the Dunmer pulled the trigger.

He glanced around the room, gauging the threat.

12 men...all armed with close range weapons.

This'll be easy.