Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170626171750

(Yeh, sorry. Forgot last time. Was seeing double at that point :P)

(For inspiration)

The Beasts loomed over the icy plains in the distance. Dark, towering clouds of destruction. Every step they took shook the very foundations of the Winterhold.

"On my command!" the Beast Slayer leader instructed. "Encircle them and prepare to mount them from their sides!"

"Altmers are scary..." Swift mumbled to himself, slowly making his way to the head.

The spikes on his boots pierced the skin of the Beast and helped him maintain balance as best as he could.

Athorian's new Beast seemed pretty aloof. It was presumably old and tired, perhaps even unhealthy. It would be no match for him. But now was not the time to show hubris. Any Beast, despite its condition, could be just as lethal as the next.

The Skeever seemed agitated by the pain and flung around even more violently to shake off its attacker.

To Ja'Keil's aid came Ran'Jinro, launching his way to one of its loins, severing the joints just below the kneecap, crippling the Beast. It seemed to slow down, though still in pain it didn't move around as much as it used to.

"NOW!" the Khajiit growled, struggling to keep himself still attached to the moving creature. "GO FOR ITS HEAD!"

The temples of Nyx's Beast exploded, spewing brain tissue, blood and bone scraps in all directions like an organic frag mine. Left was its lower jaw and parts of the cheekbones in a smoking fountain, pumping blood for every second. It stood there momentarily before toppling over to the side, crushing a hapless Skewer Beast on its right side.

Aigren's grenades launched, lodging themselves into a thick sheet mixed of solid ice, frozen rocks and heavily packed snow. Yet something seemed wrong. The grenades didn't explode. A small puft of smoke rose up from the snow. It had been a dud.

"Fucking hell!" growled Has-Many-Teeth. "This is unacceptable! No duds are to be made by my hands!"

She turned to Aigren. "You keep your fire aimed at those beasties! I will see if I can get up there somehow and shake a couple of things lose."

The Argonian stormed off, furious over the sloppy craftmanship. "Bloody dud... HOW?!"