Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180321151727/@comment-7262318-20180415234555

The Nightingale did not elect to respond. He merely put his hand up to Varun's face and clasped them shut, unleashing another round of burning smoke into his sinuses. With Varun disoriented, the Nightingale turned and threw his fist into Varun's face. It may very well have been the hardest punch he had ever taken to his jaw.

He crouched down on the crowd, before a small explosion of smoke made the man disappear. They had survived, but the Nightingale was gone. And most likely, not happy.

Goriyn laughed as he leaned against the tree, trying to get air flowing again. "He's not so scary when he's outnumbered in broad daylight," He laughed. "Kind of sad, isn't he? All that work and effort, the smoke and the mirrors, and that's his best?"

"He'll be back," Baros said, putting his weapons away. "What was he talking about?"

"Don't know. I do know that Xiv usually is a prefix for a lot of Daedra spawns," Xavier rubbed his chin. "If the Dominion's recruited one..."