Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150620143145

The mercenaries were unfazed, and started chuckling as they too were readying themselves. Swords and shields were drawn, arrows were nocked and spells were about to get casted.

"Do not underestimate my mercenaries, fool! Attack!" Pontius ordered.

Jon looked rather amused. The watch and the mercenaries seemed to be equally strong and fiersome. He grabbed Lylair from the chaos and started to leave the inn amidst the chaos of the battle.

Hilda grabbed Audax by his arm, leaning on him. The wounds on her back were still visible as blood started dripping. "Audax.. Ashcroft poisoned his sword with something.. we should leave.." she started coughing. Whatever it was, it was no poison that could be solved with a simple potion or spell.

"Let us withdraw for now, like Ashcroft is doing.. the guards will arrive here anytime soon and nor the mercenaries or the watch wants to wait for that.. atleast, I don't."