Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5543592-20151021222511

Aias stepped forward from the dark edges of the cave, into the light, causing Pierre to slowly turn around to face the Bosmer again. The Bosmer had his thumbs tucked into the cuirass of his shleveless ebony armor

"Aias." Pierre repeated, growing cold, eyes narrowing.

"Let's not stand on ceremony here, Firekeeper." Aias put mocking emphasis on the title. Pierre watched Aias grow close, before roaring and lunging towards the Bosmer, katana in his hands, slashing violently for the Bosmer's throat. The elf easily ducked underneath the blow, and Pierre roared again, striking down. Aias already stepped out of the weapons path, and the sword hit the stone floor with a metallic clang. Pierre threw himself towards his brother again, slashing for Aias' gut, and managed to land a blow.

The sword's point scrapped harmlessly over the ebony armor. Pierre thrusted the blade forward with one hand, and Aias nimbly stepped around the stab, and caught Pierre by the wrist, restraining the Breton's arm. Pierre through a vicious right hook int Aias' face, which landed, but the Bosmer barely felt it. Pierre threw a second, and Aias' caught it this time, now having captured both of Pierre's arms, and slowly began forcing them down to the Breton's sides. Every muscle in Pierre resisted, but the elf was so much stronger than he was. Pierre was built for speed and effiecency, not brute force.

"Complacence has cost you your strength.  Victory has defeated you." Aias noted, with what seemed to be some disappointment.

The Bosmer hit Pierre square in the face with a vicious headbutt, causing the Breton to stumble backwards, his arms finally free. He growled lowly, primal, animalistic. He flexed his biceps underneath his armor to feel invigorated, before advancing on Aias again, swing violently for the Bosmer's chest. The elf easily stepped around it, and planted a boat on Pierre's back as the man sailed past, launching him across the floor.

As Rikki or Blue undoubtedly surged forward to help, Pierre rose to a knee and held up his hand.

"No!  I've got this!"

His point seemed to be dispproven when Aias came at him now. Pierre swung for the Bosmer's knee, but he was too slow, and the elf managed to connect a kick on Pierre's hand, sending the long, slender sword flying across the cavern floor. He effortlessly picked Pierre up by the straps of his armor, and then tossed the Breton through a stone wall, out of sight. Mortar and dust rained down as a gap was formed, and Aias stepped through after Pierre, both of them in some other chamber.