Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-25038310-20140830154914

J'Tarz went up the ladder, holding his pistol in his hand. The room was dimly lit, only having a few candles. There was a door leading to another room on the floor.

He scanned the area in front of him and took cautious steps forward, but was held in another chokehold from behind.

"Hello, Tarz... great day, ain't it?! " Srr'ak asked maniacally. He grabbed J'Tarz by his head and smashed his head against the window.

J'Tarz was staggered, and dropped his gun. He elbowed Srr'ak's stomach to break free from his grip, and grabbed his dagger. He flattened his ears and snarled, like an animal driven into a corner.

Srr'akk grabbed a large and cruel looking dagger as well, with a jagged blade. J'tarz tried stabbing Srr'akk in the gut, leaping forward.

Srr'ak effortlessly managed to dodge the attack by jumping aside and kneeling J'Tarz in his face. staggering him again.

J'tarz took a step backwards, wiping the blood from his nose.

"Stop struggling... you're done for. Your men are being slaughtered by a few colleagues. " J'tarz said. "It'd be easier if you'd just give up. "

Srr'akk had an angry expression on his face. "What are you here for? Trying to take leadership of the group, like your foolish father? "

"This one doesn't give a damn what becomes of the other Khajit. Only what happens to you. Ya killed many people, and today it'll come to an end. "

"This One's not the only one who killed innocents! " Srr'ak spit on the ground. "You've killed just as much as me.. perhaps more, judging by te dead Khajit outside."

"This is about revenge. You'll pay for what you did to my father. You're the bad guy here."

"Killing me won't bring him back. "

"No, it won't. But atleast this one can know he rested in peace knowing my father's murderer is dead, killed by his own hand. "

"Is that really what it's all about? I killed those 'innocents' and your father for survival. There's no good or bad here in this shithole of a wasteland. Those Khajit outside, they did the same and followed me. You didn't protest when you were young and killed those men and women, as long as you had dear daddy beside you. People need to survive to come around, and some people value life so much they'll take other's lives. You're just like me. Your father was one of the many men I killed, and I didn't see the difference between him and one of the fathers in the villages. "

"He was my father. " J'Tarz snarled.

"Now you're being selfish. You killed all these men for what, the 'honor' or 'rightful vengeance' of a dead man? It seems the only bad guy here is you. "

J'Tarz lost it. He grabbed Srr'ak unexpectedly, and repeatedly punched him. Srr'ak tried evading some of the punches, but his armor resisted most of it.

J'tarz's punches of rage were ineffective. He calmed down mid fight, and grabbed Srr'ak's throat, and slowly started strangling him. Srr'ak tried fighting back, throwing punches at J'Tarz's face, but J'tarz did't seem to mind. His bandana fell off, and revealed a savage grin. Srr'ak tried grabbing his gun, and shot the Khajit in the abdomen.

J'TArz fell back, coughing, a small hole in his stomach, blood quickly spreading on the floor. He sat down on the ground, while Sr'ak was slowly breathing for air.

"You know... you're quite stupid.. I tought you wanted to join again at first, but sadly it didn't happen.. perhaps your friends will see what happens if they try attack me.. with your head on a pike. "

He coughed.

"Your father would be so sad.. Poor and miserbale daddy with a miserable son, who couldn't even kill me. "

J'Tarz jumped at Srr'ak, and they both fell through the window. A small struggle was there when they both nearly reached the edge of the large fall, but J'Tarz could still grab the window pain, while Srr'ak fell to his death, three stories lower. He first landed on his head, instantly killing him, his mask dropping off his face.

J'Tarz, with large struggle, was slowly climbing back through the window.

The Khajit who saw Srr'ak fall to his death were shocked. They quickly retreated, jumping in trucks and motor cycles, spreading in all sorts of different  directions in the wasteland.