Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140713015946

Sorin sized up his opponent. He could tell by Rho's stance that he was trained. Raising his fists (he's quite good with unarmed, although not a master (I'm betting Rho is quite good too). He fights very defensively and only does counters.), Sorin shifted his stance, presenting a minimum area while keeping his reach. Rho's bulging muscles were not exactly encouraging either. (Calvary, I'll wait for you to attack, cause Sorin is a defensive fighter)

Alyssa sighed. Unlike the average Altmer, her opponent was to say, quite muscular and unlike the wimpy pansies that she normally saw the Altmer to be. She would not win the fight, considering the fact that she almost died on the course. (I'll wait for Sworn to decide on the Altmer, whether he dies of nosebleed or not)

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Leon Steelfang looked down at the training grounds from the walls of Solitude. Too many hostiles. He would never get to his target. Drawing his crossbow, he loaded a round and prepared to fire. (Lol, moment of tension)