Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-29458028-20150311122905

The sword stabbed through the wood. Soon enough, the bosmer gripped her sword out of pure fear, since the winds were trying to blow her away. Her clothes were starting to tear off from the sheer wind pressure. She begged for mercy.

An icy spear shut her up. Raytheon ran in and almost got knocked back, but he slid his feet to maintain his poise.

"Well, pretty girl, the horses look fine. So, snakeman can have his own horse, while I'll share one with you. He looks pretty sturdy, so I'm betting he's a heavy bag of muscles" said Raytheon, as he brought the horses over.

"Pretty lady, you did good, you really did good..."