Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-24141785-20150921093142

As the chain swung around in circles, and the roaring cries of the bandits continued, Gabriel felt isolated, alone.

Glad I have Talin, Agatha and the others...

Glad I have Shakti...

As he reopened his bruised eyes he was greeted by a Khajiit, who simply shrugged to the Breton. He was a pure brown, with patches of white on his face and a mane.

"So, it is safe for Khajiit to assume you are our meal tonight?" He asked, grabbing the saw from the nearby table, "This one doesn't believe what we are doing is right, you know?"

Gabriel said nothing, looking around for a possible escape. He glanced down to the Khajiit's side, where he noticed a sheathed knife.

"You ever had someone you cared for?" The cat asked, "Someone you would guard with your entire life?"

The Breton sighed, "I nearly married someone before it all went wrong, but aside from that I'm currently..."

He was interrupted, "This one had someone, she disappeared straight into the night. When Khajiit awoke she was gone, as if she fled."

As he was distracted Gabriel drastically looked around for a chance to escape; a chance to get back to the others. He waited patiently while the Khajiit continued on, his ramblings making him feel worse about what he was going to do.

"This one would free you, if he wasn't with the others." He shrugged, turning back to the counter, "He would patch you up."

Perfect...

The Breton slid his hand down to the knife, quietly unsheathing it. "You don't need to."

As the Khajiit turned around he was greeted with a slice to his stomach, the man (thing?) falling back. Gabriel severed through the chains, causing more blood to leak out.

Shit!

He collapsed to the floor, slowly rising to his feet. The Khajiit lunged at him with the saw, attempting to slice at him. He predicted this move, however, and quickly dodged, tearing the knife from the cat's gut.

"You bastard!"

Gabriel ignored the insult, driving his knife at the man. The Khajiit countered the attack, aiming the dagger towards his chest.

"This one... doesn't want to hurt you!" He yelled angrily as he continued to drive it forwards. The Breton moved out of the way, the dagger piercing his left hand.

The Khajiit seemed stunned at Gabriel's cry of pain, as more blood was rushed out: It was a miracle he hadn't bled to death. As he stood immoblie he was tackled to the ground, the Breton glaring down into his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He drove his thumbs into the cat's eyes, his cries of pain circling his mind. Gabriel tried to keep it together, as blood ushered out of his eye sockets.

"Give up!"