Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160629224326/@comment-13615389-20160708004748

Another volley fired upon the beach, this one not nearly as organized as the previous two. Nonetheless, it sweeped across the sand and all but completely demolished the villa. Several of the combatants on the field were caught as well, being killed outright.

The Orsimer aboard The Bloodtusk remained wary, searching the waters around the ship for Qatari with their bows drawn. When they were attacked by Samedi, a few of them turned their attention towards the mage and let loose their Orcish arrows. At the same time, however, the throwing axe Orcs attempted to properly attack the Redguard in earnest, but were intercepted by Imperial soldiers from The Emperor's Hand.

The Orsimer backed away from Jaree and the guards assisting him, instead focused on defending the rest of the attackers as they zeroed in on Tariq.

(I'd imagine they're quite adept, but not overly talented. Better than your average grunt, but by a small margin.)

As Tariq dealt with one of his assailants, the rest of the admiral's bodyguards backed away, looking aghast as a horde of Orcs approached from behind. Heading the charge was an especially mean-looking brute with a white pelt draped over his shoulders. The olive-green warrior held two axes in his calloused, muscular hands, wore strange rings in his ears, and had his right eye covered by a piece of cloth wrapped around his face. The large beads around his neck crackled together with each step Zaathra the Scar-Artist took.

"Man-swine!" He called out towards Tariq and the Imperials in a horrible, guttural voice. "Hand over your pig-skin admiral to me, and all of this carnage can come to an end!"