Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190226002852/@comment-5543592-20190226162641

The Hero moved around for Meyline to fight along side her, grunting once in acknowledgement. Nogugh retreated backwards frantically under the furious, relentless blows of the club and claymore, losing both his dagger and axe, and recieving several dents in his armor in the process, leaving him open for a finishing move.

Graicus' sword split bone, cracking like one would only expect wood to, and Nogugh dangled, becoming stuck on the end of Graicus' sword.

Cade was having difficutly with Shurkul. Without his sword, he was playing a game of block-the-dagger.

The dragon and Yaden fought each other close now, Yaden stationary as the dragon circled him, trying to latch its deadly jaws onto his torso, and the Orc a frenzy of deft movies and professional dagger strokes.

Svieva approached Lurio, her sword held low. The mage stood up from the tall grass, leveling his hands at her. Sparks and embers flew from the tips of his fingers.

"Haven't we done this dance already, Svieva?" He asked tiredly.

She smiled at him. "You'll find I'm a much more capable partner the second time around, Lurio."

Flame came at her in a flood, wasting the ground she had been standing on. But Svieva was no longer there, instead rolling shoulder over shoulder sideways. The flames petered out and turned to lightning as Lurio cocked his arm back a thunder bolt growing in his palm.

He threw it at her like a javellin and Svieva slid under it, gaining ground on Lurio. He began to back pedal, lightning charging up in his palms once more, and twin streams of electricty flew at her, filling the air with crackling arcs of deadly energy.

Svieva stuck her sword point first in the ground. She kicked her legs up in the air, stancing over top the sword, and balanced on the pommel of the weapon for a single moment as the bolts of lightning screamed by her, sending her hair on end.

She cartwheeled down, ripping the sword from the ground in an over hand throw, and it shot through air before spearing Lurio through the stomach

The mage gasped, eyes widening as the cold steel sunk into his guts. Svieva sauntered up to him, wrapping her fingers one by one around the sword's grip, and then ruthlessly tore it out of his stomach.

Lurio groaned with agony and collapsed to the ground before Svieva. The Augment swung a leg over him, and dropped her knee onto his stomach wound, sinking her body weight into it. He began to scream horrendously.

"Shhh..." Svieva purred, pulling out her dagger, and pressing the point of it to the soft of his jaw. "Quiet, Lurio." Svieva cooed as she worked the dagger up. The point of the weapon dug its way into his mouth and his screams turned to pained, furious gurgles. "You'll scare the child."

The dagger sunk through the roof of his mouth, into his brain, and his eyes rolled back.