Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-5543592-20150903021204

Pierre marched up onto the wall, drawing his katana. Already several Ordinators were on him.

Pierre bared his teeth, like an animal, at them. "Come on, motherfuckers." He growled. "Hit me!"

The first one was perfectly willing to comply, swinging his sword at Pierre.

"Pathetic." The Breton mumbled as he parried the blow across the left side of his body. Pierre brought his sword back around and slashed clean across his enemy's stomach, eviserating him.

The second came in fast, so Pierre simply sent a Fire Rune to the ground, and the Ordinator walked right into it, blowing his legs clean off.

The third was more cautious, but Pierre happily went on the offensive. He surged forward with aggressive slashes, forcing the Ordinator to reel backwards, yelping in fear as he narrowly avoided death with each defensive slash on his own. Eventually, when trying to block a blow, Pierre spun in a near suicidal move (as he exposed his back), and brought his sword down in a violent hack. The Dunmer screamed as his hand was cleaved off at the wrist, before Pierre stepped forward and stabbed his katana through the man's throat, up to the hilt. Blood leapt from between his lips and spurted from his neck as he gurgled to death.

Pierre yanked the blade free, and the body fell to the ground.

Pierre took a heavy breath as he held his sword close and flexed his arms and chest, feeling a surge of strength after the battle.