Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150211201937

(I'm loving this epic battle!)

Hunter could see the position he was in, and did the only thing he could. He rushed forwards, into the blade, knowing that although he owuld be hit it was better than what would happen if his went anywhaere else.

The cleaver crunched into his back, but he just grunted and took the pain. Then, up close, he slid his sword inbetween Sander's ribs, right through one lung. 'This...' he grunted. 'Is for Stephanie!'

Then he spat in Sander's face, and opened his mouth, going for his enemy's neck.

A loud gunshot was heard, and Hunter recoiled in surprise, clutching at his stomach.

Meledran was stood upright on his bed, his pistol smoking.

'F***ING LET ME SLEEP!' he screamed in anger.

Hunter wasted no time. He threw a pouch on the ground, and a heavy smokescreen erupted form it. The legendary assassin known as Hunter did not try and fight a losing battle, he didn't try and take out as many as he could, he simply... vanished.

When the smoke cleared he was gone.

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The soldiers were managing to hold off some of the armoured invaders in the better-defended streets, but in other places the citizens were being cut down mercilessly. In Windhelm Street, the location of the Resistance hideout in Brightwall, they invaders were being repelled quite successfully, and many citizens were hiding out there.