Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-5543592-20150130211213

When he knocked on one door, it creaked open. Velith stepped in cautiously. He heard two quick steps behind him, and turned around to face the source.

There stood his target, about to stab him through the head. The would-be-attacker froze, his arm in the air, clutching a wickedly curved black iron dagger.

"Rolaf?" The Breton asked Velith. Velith once again thanked his natural camouflage. He'd be very dead had he not prepared in advance.

The bounty hunter nodded. "Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, of course."

The Breton lowered his dagger and Velith made his move. He lashed out with bottom of his palm, smashing the man in the nose. There was a horrible cracking noise on contact, and the Breton stumbled backwards. Veltih advanced, but the Breton was tougher than Velith gave him credit. He reeled back into the wall, and recovered. He lashed out with the dagger, aiming for Velith's throat. The "Nord" lurched his head back to avoid getting his throat slit. The knife was so close he could feel it whistling through the air. Velith went for one of his scimitars, but as his hand curled around the handle, the Breton planted his hand firmly on Velith's elbow, stopping him for pulling the blade free. He brought the dagger up and stabbed at Velith's head, and he spun underneath the attack, free of the Breton's grip, and shot to his feet. He threw all his weight forward, and with a kick to the Breton's solar plexus, sent him tumbling head over heels down the stairs, drawing attention from all over the tavern.

Velith slowly tromped down the stairs after his target. The Breton was sprawled on his back, groaning in pain.

"It would appear this is the end of the line, Ferdinand"  Began Velith. "You're coming back to Bruma with me.  Will you come peacefully?" Or more than you have.

The Breton, however, wasn't as injured as he appearnt. As Velith moved to kick the dagger away, Ferdinand stabbed at Velith. In a flash that seemed almost inhuman, Velith's scimitar whirled from of it's sheath, and cleaved Ferdinand's hand from his wrist. The Breton screamed, and various, Ewww were drawn from the patrons.

"That move was even more poorly planned than your previous one." Noted Velith. "Now you are unable to make the journey." Velith, with another finely calculated move, sliced through Ferdinand's throat. There was a burst of blood, a quiet gurgle, and then the serial killer lay dead.

"Someone call the guards to get this body out of here." Announced Velith.