Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-24942837-20150328003004

Emeric growled at the dwarf and the man beside him.

"Now's not the best time!" He boltes with speed, dodging obstacles in the sidewalks. After a few precious seconds, he caught sight of Asgarne. "Hey! Hey milk-drinker!" He gripped his greatsword, taunting the Nord. "You're trying to chase down a little Imperial girl, and you still haven't caught her? You're pathetic." He spit of Asgarne's foot. "Come face me like a man, one on one, like a reeeeeeeeeeaaaaal Nord would. Unless, the Milk Drinker needs all his extra weapons and enchantments and spells to keep him safe." He had a harsh mocking tone. "Can the Milk Drinker fight without his advantages? Or is he just. too. scared?" Emeric grinned easily, covering up the fear he felt for Arrie. "Come at me, Milk-Drinker!" He brandished his greatsword with one hand, yelling a fierce battle cry.