Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-5583506-20200108024445

When the Khajiit had severed the final, weakened tendons, she ripped the Dunmer's head clean off. Lumbering back with staggering steps back from where she had come, carrying the head of the man in one hand by the hair. Blood kept leaking out of its neck.

The assassin suffered from tunnel vision and her joints were starting to ache. Drinking the toxin had pushed every part of her internal body functions to their limit, and now she was reaping the repercussions of it. Blood began to drip from her muzzle and mouth, her veins and eyeballs felt as if they were going to burst.

Eventually she came staggering back to the others, barely recognizing them. Her mind was still somewhere else, and when she tried to speak it came out in guttural grunts and wheezy breathing. She didn't even seem to be aware of where she was as her bloodshot eyes stared out blindly in front of her.

She was completely coated in the blood of the Dunmer, and more blood came leaking out of the wound he had caused her side. Some froth spilled out and down her chin. She was a damn mess. And the picture wasn't the least embellished by the silent scream of the Dunmer head in her hand.

"Thank you, dearie", the Alfiq murmured in a daze.