Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160115222625/@comment-5543592-20160118173443

Scire stayed crouched, dagger through his thigh, and his eyes landed on Hawke. He shut the pain away, his mind taking over, and he threw himself forwards with a scream, tackling her attacker. He beat it's face in relentlessly, until it's skull deformed just slightly beneath his knuckles. He was aware of the remaining lizard gather around her.

One struck down. Scire rolled, groaning in the sheer agony of his weight transitioning onto his leg. He kicked out with his good leg into the lizardman's knee, but the creature simply jumped back. He felt slow.

The lizards hissed, tongues flicking, slitted eyes focusing on him. Scire fought like a caged animal, desperate and viscious.

He kicked off the ground on his good leg. He took air for a bit, but basically just let himself fall towards his intended target. He drove his dagger down, using the cheese knife to parry aside the lizard's attack. The two collided, and Scire ended up on take. He made a gruttal sound as he drew his dagger into the lizard's eye, the jelly squishing around the blade, blood from the cranium splashing out of new holes in the cracked skull. He whipped the dagger free, spraying gore on his enemies, and lunged forward again. The lizards hissed and advanced, shields raised. Scire dropped his daggers.

He seized one of the lizardman's shields, and easily tore it from the creatures grasp. It raised it's sword to swing at him, but he swung the shield downward, holding it like a book, and smashed the lizard in the face. Bones crunched, it's snout was flattened, and the critter dropped. Scire whirled about jsut in time to extend the shield outward and asorb an attack from one of the other lizards, attempting to flank him. The force of the blow tore the shield from his hands, but it had done it's job. He threw himself forwards, trying to get inside the lizard's reach now that it's sword was stuck in the wooden shield, but it bashed him in the chest with it's own weapon. Scire gasped as the wind was knocked from his lungs, and he landed onto his back.

The lizard gleefully leaped on top of him, and drove it's short sword down towards his face, he caught it at the wrist and twisted, sending the weapon flying from the creature's grasped. He threw a fist upward, towards the lizard's throat, and let it drop at the same time by removing his grip from it's wrist. The lizard's own momentum carried it's throat into his punch, and there was a loud popped as it's wind pipe shattered.

The final lizard took the opportunity to come as Scire from the side, not giving him any opportunity to defend himself, he hurried to his feet, but halfway up the lizardman drove it's sword through his back so that the blade penetrated through his liver to the other side of body, a portion of the blade jutting out his abdomin.

Scire didn't even feel it, really. His brain had blocked out all the pain from his thigh, and this went along with it. He whirled around, whipping the sword straight out of the creatures grasp, to face the now disarmed lizard. He knocked it off it's feet by dropping low and hitting it's ankles with a sweeping kick. The lizard fell, and Scire dove forwards, grabbing the creature by the face. They had ended up right next to the third lizard's discarded sword, and Scire gripped this creature's head in his hands, slowly forcing it's face towards the edge of the blade. It squirmed, shrieked, and clawed at him all the way until he managed to bash the side of its head against the sword's edge. Blood oozed from the new crevice in the lizard's skull.

Scire looked up at the sky, smiled, and then collapsed onto his side.