Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24530992-20161227045340

Valindor glanced over at the other fight occuring. As much as he would like to help, he had his own issue. He shot another arrow, and it was once again interrupted with a tentacle swiping it away. Greed's green aura had intensified as he got ever closer to the elf. He then commanded the tendrils to slither up and grasp his limbs, but Valindor acted quickly. He pulled his dagger from its sheath and cut the tendrils, eventually wriggling out of the severed tips.

The Breton let out a grunt of discontent as he focused hard on the elf, a blast of energy emitting very abruptly from his head. It had covered a sizeable radius, with anyone within several feet of him being caught. The son of Ius held his head, stumbling backwards as he felt his senses become overwhelmed. The Demiprince, however, had also felt the effect, as he would when using this power. While Greed was in his brief daze, Valindor, clumsily grasped his dagger once more, tossing it at the son of Herma Mora. It grazed his shoulder, leaving a sizeable gash. Both immediately felt a pain, with Greed's shoulder beginning to bleed and Valindor's head beginning to spin even more. Greed finally recovered, his face beet red.

The Breton had finally cleared his senses, pulling more tendrils up with his fit arm, surging them towards Valindor. They pulled him off of the ground and he was tossed to the opposite side, knocking him into a pole. He was completely disoriented, feeling a rib crack and his vision momentarily go dark. He fumbled around, trying to get a sense of what was going on. He was interrupted when he was flung back into the air by the vexed Greed. While in midair, he felt himself rapidly shift into a smaller being, now one with feathers and sharp talons. While he couldn't do anything with his weapons, he bunglingly flew up onto a ledge. He then shifted back to his humanoid form.

Greed frantically searched around for him, immediately knowing where he was when he felt a sharp pain pierce his other shoulder. He turned and saw yet another arrow protruding from his arm. He refused to stop, but the pains in both of his arms were hindering him. Weakly, he reached up and yanked the arrow out, tossing it to the ground. He needed to find something that could heal him. He scanned the area, before finding Valindor perched upon the ledge, readying another arrow. The Bosmer was still very obviously disoriented, as he had issues even drawing the bowstring back. He was surprised he had even managed to land the previous shot.

His potions... Greed thought to himself. While he observed the vials hanging in a loose bag next to him, he also had gotten another idea. He raised more tendrils from the ground, his range now limited due to the injuries in both of his arms. He had snaked them up the walls next to Valindor, but instead of attacking him, he commanded the tentacles to rip the bag of poultices and his quiver from his back. He retracted them and had both items in hand, tossing the quiver full of arrows aside. He dug into the bag, pulling out a pinkish vial. He uncorked it and had chugged it all in one go, the magic beginning to do its work as his wounds had closed, for the most part. He felt hardly reinvigorated as the sharp pains now receded into dull, yet constant throbbing aches. He used the rest of his magicka to summon more tendrils, this time now aiming for the Elf. Valindor had seen them coming, but was in a bad position to dodge. He had no time to shapeshift as they had now wrapped around his waist. They flung him directly towards the floor, sending him down with incredible speeds. Once he made contact, he went unconscious, the impact immediately knocking him out cold and possibly breaking a few bones.

Greed smiled to himself, but he was in no shape to fight more. He had used the last poultice he could find, all the magicka and stamina ones seemingly shattered by his last impact, with a few Haralds scattered at the base of the bag. So long as this battle ended soon, he could leave and regenerate his magicka and stamina. But for now, he had to lay low until it finished...