Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-29559990-20151005205128

Ja'Keil now sat on the ground, pretty much broken by the orc. His shins and kneecaps had been broken. His muscles were torn up. His body had a multitude of deep cuts and scratches on his body that were oozing blood. He also had a wide array of bruises dotting his body. His nose was broken and also bleeding. His head was pounding ferociously. And now, he was having trouble breathing.

"You still alive, sunshine?" Duraak grinned, towering over the half-dead khajiit. Ja'Keil only replied with a shaky breath, and tears flowing subconciously.

"Good," Duraak said, dropping the stick to the ground. "Now, I'll be right back. I think it'd only be fair if Pierre got a turn, yeah?"

"Please..." He wheezed. "No... no more..."

"Oh, there's a whole lot more, pussycat. Training's only just started!"

With that, Duraak ran off to find Pierre and see if he wanted to hurt 'em. Ja'Keil laid there, freezing in the snow...