Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-25038310-20150429155046

Jack slowly stood up, but he didn't turn around. Bjorn, on the other hand, glared at Otar, and held a hand on the hilt of his sword. Archers of the Masked-Eyes drew their bows and aimed the nocked arrows at Otar, ready to fire an entire volley of them. They were stopped by a hand gesture of Jack, who told them to hold their fire.

"Remind me of which one you are.. The Mad one, wasn't it?" He asked, slowly turning around.

"We only seek to end the priest's reign and liberate Skyrim of you Dragon-Scum filth. Stand down and atone for your deeds."

He picked up Hevnoraak's mask, and showed it to Otar. "Before you and all of your fellow priest's masks end up somewhere they'll never see the light of day again!"

Jack placed the mask in his coat, stuffing it away. His hood and bandana were stained with blood, and the smell was.. unbearable. He instead exhaled through his nose and inhaled thorugh his mouth.

"Anything else to say, fiend? Or will coming down here and fight be an option?!"

Jack was prepared for a duel if it had to come down to this. If so, this time he would be more careful and be wise to not underestimate the priest and his abilities. His muscle and knee had recovered enough for him to fight more, albeit not at his strongest.