Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-7262318-20160828185740

Mongo was moving closer to the wolf now, his harpoon at the ready. It was a big risk, what he was about to do. Not only would he have to contend with the wolf, but he would also have to contend with whoever Athorian was fighting.

Speaking of those two, Taronan had managed to reach the spine of the Wolf's back too, and was continuing his fight with Athorian. The wolf occasionally glanced back and growled, but had no time to deal with the annoying humans on it's back, for the ones launching arrows and spears at it's face were of much more importance.

And so, they went back and forth, one gaining advantage over the other before the other pushed back, all while they tried to keep balance on the creatures spine.

Athorian at one point parried a strike from Taronan, and was able to disarm him. Taronan fell and struggled to keep hold onto the fur. Falling from this height would certainly kill him.

All out of quips and finishing lines, Athorian raised his sword to finish him off, but luck would deny him yet again. The beast slammed into another building and the resulting shockwave made Athorian stumble. And more importantly, it gave Taronan time.

With that time, he grabbed his sword out of Athorians hand and knocked the Altmer on his back. Now Taronan was in control, and he took a moment to savor it with a laugh.

"You put up a good fight," He said. "But you ain't better than me. You never were."

He raised the sword. "Athorian, I find you guilty of high treason, murder, espionage, abandonment..."

"Fuck you..." Athorian spat out blood.

"Goodbye," He was just about to bring the sword down, when the Wolf howled in pain and shook once again, bringing Taronan to one knee.

He managed to look over the side, where he noticed that there was a massive spear planted firmly in the side of the beast, with rope attatched. He followed the rope to see quite possibly something scarier than the beast; 7'5'' and 400 pounds of orcish muscle hurling itself straight towards him with a clenched fist.

"What the-" Was all he managed to say before Mongo caught him right below the chin. Teeth were chipped, the jaw was all but broken. Taronan stumbled back, dazed and confused, and he felt himself losing balance.

He didn't fall, however. Athorian had risen up and managed to stop that, and he brought Taronan back up to his feet. "Wha-?" was what Taronan could muster out of his mouth.

Athorian then plunged his sword straight into the heart of Taronan. And he made sure it was the heart this time. "I just wanted to be the one that did it," Athorian explained.

To the surprise of Athorian, Taronan didn't seem fased by it. He just looked down at his chest as if it were a minor inconvenience. But, judging from the streams of blood that were running down his lips and onto the Wolf's back, it was no small matter...

"See you... in Oblivion..." Was the final words of the 400 year old Thalmor general.

"I'm counting on it," Were the final words the apprentice said to his master. And then, he let go, and the body fell.

Athorian had no time to reflect on the matter, for the Wolf was getting agitated with all the sharp pain on his back. He nodded to Mongo, and the two zipped off of the Wolfs back and towards safety.