Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25588187-20150104010005/@comment-25020300-20150108054432

Hmph, never trust a Redguard Fallen thought, pulling out his battle-axe. He rushed the one who had fired the arrow, killing him instantly with a crushing split to the head. Four other approached, but he didn't stop, and slammed his axe into one of their chests. Unable to pull it out quickly, he let go of the axe as the dead Dunmer fell back, and he pulled out his glass dagger, jabbing the one to his left in the side, incapacitating him. The one in the middle, a female, swung repeatedly at him with her silver short-sword, forcing him to back up close to the edge, a twenty foot drop into icy waters. To her surprise, he jumped off, but when she didn't hear a splash, she looked over the edge, only to have her foot be grabbed and her be pulled down into the White River, never to be seen again. He climbed his way back up, where the last Dunmer stading looked nervously with his mace up. Fallen walked up to him somewhat casually, and as he tried to swing at him, Fallen caught him in the stomach with his dagger. He turned to the Dunmer on the ground, and looked him in the eye.

"Looks like it's your lucky day," Fallen said, "You get to tell your people that I control these docks. If you ever feel like losing more men, come back here another time."

The relativly young Dunmer knodded in fear, and painfully got up and slinked away towards town.