Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-5583506-20140310001732

Rashka coughed as he felt the arrow against his neck, although he couldn't stop smiling. "It feels good actually, compared to what this one has been through in past experiences, this is not even worth Argonian shit! Seems it got a bit tense for you there, no? What's the matter? Rashka thought Dremoras were supposed to be all powerful, but it seems you don't even have the power to just conjure up a soul and fill that Black Soul Gem yourself? Such a disappointment. And besides..."

He traced his dagger along an exposed underneath the woman's armor. "Rashka could just as easily spill your guts out right here and right now, just as easily as you could kill him on the spot. The thing you got to ask yourself is which one of us will be the first to blink..."

Kashmira was worried for her father. He never really knew when to stop insult, though she could understand why. He didn't fear anything. He had faced death multiple times over the course of his life and laughed all along. And now he was a vampire... The Dremora woman was really in no position to make threats to him.