Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141028095334/@comment-29458028-20141030070224

(Haha, then leave the scenes to me. Get ready for ridiculous amounts of detail)

A rough voice answered "Well, it's one of you against the ten of us! You don't think you can win that, do you?"

The gate opened and a pair of bandits charged out, their greatswords glinting in the moonlight as both swung at Damien, who ran at them and performed a slide tackle like move, slipping between both bandits and under the lethal blades. The bandits turned to strike downwards.

Damien rolled out of the way and in one motion was standing up bedside one of the bandits, his corrosive fist punching through the poor man's chest. The other bandit was disarmed and his sword was sheathed down his neck.

Damien conjured his sword in time to block four bandits who came running, electrifying them as they stumbled through the tentacles. He changed into a fast moving mist and appeared beside each bandit, slitting their throats.

Three more attacked him, this time with much faster swords. Damien alone parried all the strikes, himself aiming at the vulnerable points. Stabbing and slashing like a whirlwind, Damien made it past. The bandits behind him fell apart like ribbons.

The chief was now backing away. Damien laughed and slammed his sword into the ground, tentacles erupting around the chief and consuming him.

Damien left for Whiterun to collect his reward, his wings opening as he flew for the city (because cool!)