Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-5543592-20141228053442

Mioshe picked out four men to kill. To say he was eager to kill them would not be inapropriate. Because although he was not a sociopath, he had been trained his whole life to use the sword, and using the tool of his trade made him excited. Killing, at the moment, just happened to be a part of it.

He came up behind the first and sliced his kidneys. The second had seen him coming and moved to attack. Mioshe stepped under the swing, feeling the rush of air behind his head. As he stood back up he sliced the man's hand off and finished him with clean incision to the throat. The third had gotten close enough and stabbed at Mioshe who stepped back and parried. He parried again before locking hilts, and at the moment the soldier he was fighting thought he was about to overpower Mioshe, the Redguard spun the swords around in a circle, got his own free before the soldier could react, and plunged his blade deep in his chest. He pushed the dead body off his sword and into the forth man, who had been looking for an opening. Mioshe and faced off, before the fourth man sliced at Mioshe, who had seen the move coming from a mile away and had pre-emptively sliced him in the nook of his elbow. The man's arm drooped, lifeless. Mioshe slashed him across the body, from the neck to the heart, finishing the job.