Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27773183-20160422130047/@comment-27922180-20160425210013

"Guards, racist, completely fucking posh prick. You're a High-born. And by that, I can guess those fancy weapons are worth something."

The two guards stood behind Drenens, a man on each side, waiting with readied swords.

"I'll have a closer look after I take out your men."

Drenens whipped up, kicking his chair out under him. He smacked his sword into the steel of the man on his right and with his other hand, shot him in the eye. He spun and met the sword of the other guard. After a few clashes of metal, Drenes dropped back as the guard thrusted. During the split second of lowered guard, Drenens smacked him boot into the legionary's chest. The guard stumbled back and tripped over the stool Drenens had pushed aside as he stood and as the guard lay on the floor, the Argonian slashed his blade across the man's throat. The other guard stumbled, screaming with a bolt from the crossbow protrouding from his eye. Drenens grabbed him by his hair and slammed his head into the counter, driving the bolt into the Elf's brain.

"Right, well. How about those weapons then?"