Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180414093736/@comment-7262318-20180415024251

"If you could speak Tamrielic, that'd be.... rugh, super!" Alvoran hissed, continuing to press on behind the shield. He could bandadge himself up later when he wasn't about to be killed by a freak redguard lady.

Behind the shield, Alvoran was charging up his own attack. A little spell of shock, that wouldn't do too much damage. It would be quite a strain on her eyes if the spell were to lash at her corneas.

All he needed was a little time...