Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160111213928/@comment-17114085-20160115161229

Bolyn didn't look amused neither worried. "My blood is poison, this snake is of no concern to me." He kicked the snake aside. It bit him when he did so, but he wasn't too phased. The bite hurt, but the venom had no effect on him.

"Maybe this will concern you." Nibasa said and shot out a large rock from the ground, sending the Dunmer back a few feet as she had with Meran before.

Bolyn, however, managed to land on his feet crouched down. "Damn Khajiit, Hlodala should have killed you back in your cottage."

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(Drunken fist style, I see.)

Dala followed up, trying to reach for Destro's face with her bloody left hand. "Die!" She yelled.

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Kyrnil stood over Turath, the injured Dunmer grabbing his chest with both hands from the pain of the wound. He was grunting, the axe wound hurt like nothing he had felt before.

"Now you die, elf. Wuuthrad will claim your life." The Nord said.