Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302133749/@comment-24530992-20150310135009

The opponent was crushed, breaking most all bones in his body. There was one more, who was wielding flames. She began to use them against the atronach.

The opponent barely got out of the way, but it landed a gash on his chest. He stumbled back, before retaliating with a low blow to the knees.

After a few minutes of beating the mans face with his fist, Bryce stood up, picking the man's collar up. He lifted him up off of the ground, and pinned him to a wall.

"Listen here, motherfucker. You made a huge mistake by sending those little assassins after me," the former snarled. "Now, tell me where Cesaire is, or I'll rip your trachea out of your fucking neck, you hear?"

"H-He's.. Hidin-ng i-in C-Camlorn... You c-can find h-him there, in the c-castle... He t-took it for hims-self..." He croaked, trying to pry Bryce's hands off of his neck and shoulder. The lord smiled, his grip tightening on the opponent's throat.

"N-No, please..! I g-" He was abruptly cut off with a sickening crack. A bloody hole where the man's trachea once was was left behind, Bryce smiling wickedly before tossing it aside.