Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150227203205/@comment-5543592-20150301005306

"Shor, you're dramatic." Muttered Lorcan.

The five bandits came at him from all sides, oddly enough ignoring Rhona, who was actually armed. The front two Lorcan charged. They slashed swords at him and he had to block and parry their attacks, losing ground. He just hadn't realized how much ground he had lost until some ran him through from behind, resulting in a snarl from the Nord. The upper half of a sword was poking through his side. Lorcan made a quick 180* turn, whiping the sword out of his attacker's hand. He plunged one clawed hand into the man's chest and quickly withdrew it. The man crumpled to his knees, and then fell to his side.

Lorcan grunted in pain as someone slashed him across the back, he rolled ot the side to avoid a second slash, under the sword blade. He took someone else's legs out with swipe of his claws, and then finished the bandit off as the elf hit the ground, by plunging his second set of claws into their brain. He spun to face his two orginal attackers, bring his claws up just in time to knock a sword blow away. From a kneeling position, he launched himself into the first bandit, tackling him to the ground. He stradled this elf's chest, and held down the man's arms. He quickly folded the lower half of his torso downward. Lorcan then twisted sideways, gutting the man with the sword still impaled in his own gut. The Trollkin stood up and faced the other two bandits, pulling the sword out of his back, and let it clatter through the ground.

He cracked his neck, the wounds already closing. "Who's next?"