Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20141029020027/@comment-5583506-20141109222214

(Conclusion of the duel!)

Kashmira felt that she had the upper hand in the battle. They had been crossing blades for what seemed to be an eternity now. But even though she was a bit tired, she could tell that this duel was more strenuous for Gregorius than it was for her. It wouldn't be for long now before he was dead. She was half-blind on her left eye due to all the blood pooling up in her socket and had to rely on her right for precision.

"You aren't giving up yet are you?" she shrugged as she gasped for air and blocked another attack.

"Like hell I am, cat", he panted and rolled to the side as she tried to pierce his shoulder. "Make it easy for yourself."

"I am making it easy for myself", she smirked. "I am letting you wave that little stick around in vain, tiring you. Soon you will be all but dead, you son of a bitch."

Then it happened. She had been reckless. Gregorius sword passed her in the blink of an eye. She barely had the time to laugh out loud before she noticed something flying across her field of vision. It was an object she was normally familiar with and which had always been a part of her... until now...

It was followed by a stream of blood.

Her smile faded and her eyes wandered slowly to her right arm. It felt too easy to lift now. Her sword was lying on the ground a bit further away with her own fingers still tightly gripping its hilt.

Blood gushed out from the cut-off wrist. She was in chock.

''He... he cut off... my... my hand?''

When her mind slowly started to put together piece by piece as to what had happened she was struck with panick. She shuddered and started to have convulsions at the pace of the blood spurts coming out from her gaping wound.

She crampened and fell to the ground on her knees clutching desperately to her gushing stump, eyes wide open.

"My... my... my HAAAND! AAAEEERGH!" she screamed out in chock and pain.

Gregorius chuckled and sheathed his blade. "Not so full of it now, are we? Of course you will not be so full of blood either in a while. You will soon bleed out."

Kashmira collapsed to the ground with her head first, still screaming and shaking. A pool of blood started to grow around her, coating her fur in a reddish hue.

Gregorius uttered a sound of disappointment and turned his back on the bleeding Khajiit. He didn't get far however as he heard a sound behind him.

It was a sound halfway between that of a growl, a roar and a snarl, all mixed together in a cry of pure hatred.

"GRRREEEGORRRIIIUUUS!"

He turned around only to face a livid Kashmira pouncing on him, sinking her fanged jaws deep into his throat. She buried her teeth so hard into his flesh, the Vul surrounding them could hear as tendons and muscles burst from the impact. Gregorius eyes stared out in blank fear, urging his comrades to let him loose from the monster chewing on him. But as they looked at the maddened Khajiit, looked into her eyes, and saw her face in a twisted grimace of released anger which had been restrained for years, they didn't dare to move an inch.

Kashmira's muffled speak made it through as she chewed harder down on his neck. "You forgot the most important thing my father taught us. 'The sword isn't the only weapon available for a warrior's disposal'."

And with those word said, she ripped Gregorius' jugular wide open, spraying his blood all over the fighting ground. The Imperial held his hand tightly to the wound in a disturbingly odd and comical way and tried to walk off from the battle.

His expression was that of a man which had held tight to one of his theories for years only to be proven wrong at the moment of his death. He didn't realise what had happened... and neither would he...

He fell headlong to the ground, his face grew pale as drowned in his own blood in a matter of seconds.

Kashmira closed her eyes for a brief moment, mustering her strength to walk away. Her legs failed her and she collapsed unconscious to the ground a few metres away from her defeated nemesis...

''Is this what victory feels like? ''she thought and looked at her still pumping wrist.