Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160320110750/@comment-26103034-20160321191819

Rimmen, 2nd First Seed, 4E 213

Do'sai looked the Imperial in the eye, trying to guess where he would strike next. She saw his eyes flit to her side, below her armour, and moved to block her side as he swung at her neck. Panicking, the Khajiit jumped backwards, stumbling but managing to regain her balance in time to parry the thrust at her midriff. Taking several steps back, Do'sai regained her composure. Her green eyes flickered to the Imperial's head, moments before she swung her sword over, meaning to bring it down on his head. It was effortlessly blocked, but as the man focused on the two swords, the Khajiit ducked underneath, bringing her elbow into his intestines. He staggered backwards, dropping his sword on the ground, as she swung her sabre underneath his chin.

"Congratulations," he smiled, as she lowered the sabre, "You've definitely improved since last time, though I have to say, that was just a tiny bit underhand."

"This one simply is more creative than others."

"You're dismissed, anyway."

The Khajiit smiled, heading to the old town hall, transformed into a canteen.