Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161129145539/@comment-24280666-20161208130403

(holy fuck, Elric is weak compared to literal supermen like y'all)

Elric plunged his dagger into the back of an archer, following with an upward strike along the backside of the archer. Kicking the corpse of the archer off the wall, Elric turned to see a large Orc heading towards him. He was wearing Orcish armour, and held a giant Orcish Warhammer.

Elric lept into the air, his twin daggers poised to attack. He became a blur in the air, but was too cocky in his assault, and didn't anticipate the Orc to drive his Warhammer straight into the blur. Elric felt it hit his chest, hard. He flew backwards from the strike and landed near the edge of the tower. He lay on the ground, quaking from the pain of the strike. The Orc laughed deeply, walking over to Elric's shivering body, brandishing the Warhammer.

Elric knew he had to act, and fast. But the pain of the hammer was still being felt, and he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried to rise, but was too weak. Elric gasped for air, falling back to the ground. He tried to crawl backwards, but realized he was at the edge of the tower.

If this works...

"Gods, please." Elric muttered, before grabbing the rope from his belt, which was tied to a bone dagger, and throwing the knife at the Orc. It sunk