Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-26446054-20151009211248

Cyrnin came up quietly from the rear, behind a guard and strangled him with his gun. Eventually, the Altmer's face turned blue and he collapsed, stopping any resistance. Sweat gathering at his forehead and cheeks, Cyrnin took a deep breath and raised the gun, vision going blurry as he focused on the head of the prosecutor. Taking a deep breath, he placed his sweating finger back on the iron trigger, which felt surprisingly heavy, and then pulled.

A crack of gunfire rang out as a metal ball flew into the head guard's neck, killing him, but attracting the attention of the other guards.

"C'mere, you bastard!" Cursed a guard, gun in hand as he shot unprepared at Cyrnin, wood breaking; Cyrnin just began attacking the guards, wanting to give Lyria and Athorian time to escape or hide.