Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-3293219-20150317092148

(My memories of how to fight with a sickle are vague at best, going to have to binge on Soul Calibur and Warriors Orochi, when I get home tonight.)

The Bosmer quickly hopped backwards to dodge Arrie's impending attack as she threw half of the sickle's chain, using her bodyweight to propel it. The Cultist was very quick on his feet and so, the hook shaped blade skimmed over his robes and continued to swing to the left, however, Arrietty was quick to respond and spun around on her heel, threading more of the chain through her hands, to extend the weapon's reach. The sickle's head slashed through the cultist's robes and left a mark, just below his pectoral muscle.

The Bosmer's gaze quickly shifted towards the mark, however, it was merely a scratch. He immediately looked back up to Arrietty and just snarled as he drew two daggers from his belt and sprinted towards his target, his feet skimmed along the ground, like a stone on water as he charged into battle.

He threw an unexpectedly heavy swing, with the blade, at an incredibly fast speed, a swipe that even Arrietty was impressed by as she hopped back, off of her heels and threw her sickle forward, so that the curved blade wrapped around the cultist's arm. The Breton then proceeded to wrap the handle end of the weapon's chain around her own arm and yanked it towards herself, sending the Bosmer stumbling towards her as she swung her arm to her left, striking the Bosmer across the face with the nunchuck-like handle of the weapon and caused his head to shift to the right. Arrie quickly hooked the Cultist's shoulder, in a similar fashion that she did his arm and pulled him towards her before kneeing him in the face, knocking him into his back.

The cultist lay, groaning, oblivious to the fact that his attacker's shadow loomed over him as Arrietty approached. She stood on the Bosmer's arms, getting a slight yell out of him as she looked down on him, with a disappointed frown. She shook her head before she proceeded to wrap the curve of the blade around the back of the Bosmer's neck.

"I'm failing to see why you even joined this cult... They don't teach you to fight properly, I doubt that there's much profit in it and the outfits are terrible!" The Breton commented, crouching down and placing her hand, firmly on his chest as the Bosmer slowly raised his arms to stab her, with his daggers. Due to how restricted his movements were, however, they were only raised half way up as he pathetically attempted to shiv his assailant in the back.

Arrietty turned around and gently took the blades from his hands, tossing them aside.

"You won't be needing those... You were more likely to hurt yourself with them, than you were to hurt me..." She smirked, turning around to see the outcomes of the other fights...