Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25418438-20170106124720

Cyrus, still half drunk from the night before swang his sword wildly connecting with one of the guards in the side of the neck. Blood poured from the wound and splattered into the redguards eyes staggering him. His knees buckled and the effects of the alcohol he had consumed meant he fell flat on his arse as the skirmish in the square raged on around him.