Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150630112859

Jon looked at Audax andd Lylair, noticing that Audax was on horseback and had a slight advantage. He redirected his Thunderbolt at Audax's horse, although Alexander was quick to interfere, nearly stabbing through Jon's hand with his crimson spear.

"Alexander, you're severely mistaken in this.."

"Wherever the money is, there is the right way. I'll get some septims from your death - and, when you're dead I'll easily win these fucking games. Two flies in one hit." He retorted.

"I'd say that money isn't the only thing you should care about, but I don't like being a hypocrite.. Fine then."

Jon threw himself at Alexander, stabbing him violently slashing him across his chest. His slash was accurate enough to go right under the protective pads. However, Alexander swiftly punished him for such an attack, grazing his spear across his side.

The two jumped back, grinning.

"You think exchanging hits is going to do alot? It seems you are mistaken, Ashcroft."

"Actually..." Ashcroft lowered his sword, as a green liquid went over the length of his blade. It was a potent paralysis poison.

Alexander widened his eyes as he dropped his spear, falling to his knees. He couldn't move his arms alot.

He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the rogue. "Poison.. you fucking coward." He spat on the ground.

"Calling someone a coward simply because of him handling the situation with a slight advantage isn't very smart.." Jon said, grinning as he slowly walked over to him, raising his sword. "Your honor always got in the way of you, Alexander. That's why I'll win."

Jon brought his sword down on Alexander's head, although he widened his eyes when Hilda's katana had taken the blow instead of his sword sinking into  Alexander's neck.

"Fuck off, Ashcroft." She spat, striking with her second kitana. Hilda was too fast to react for Jon, as the katana slashed across Ashcroft's upper arm.

Jon stepped back, holding the wound. He looked down at the blood, sighing of relief. ''No poison? ''

"You..." He said, looking at Hilda as she stood in front of the still paralyzed Alexander. He held his sword in front of him, as he poured another, unknown poison over his weapon.

Hilda said nothing, instead readying her katanas for battle. She was just about to approach her opponent, before one of the mercenaries yelled something.

'''"Here he is! There's the draugr with the artifact!" '''He yelled across the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, all of the remaining mercenaries started heading towards the pointed direction and at the group of draugr. One draugr in particular, looked special.

A completely old and aged ebony clad draugr wielding Ice spells and an Ebony greatsword started advancing upon the battlefield. Across his neck, he carreid an emerald necklace.

Jon just wanted to also engage the draugr, before a spear landed close to his feet.

Alexander held two Thunderbolts in his hand, standing next to Hilda as the poison's effect was finished.

"You're not going anywhere, Ashcroft. Not until you're done with us, atleast." He said with a dry and raspy voice.

Ashcroft rolled his eyes ,annoyed at the persistent behaviour of the two opponents.