Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24366541-20140510180859/@comment-24784616-20140517221048

After a bit of drinking, Avulmar decided it was his time to depart. He left a couple of gold coins on the counter, and walked out of the tavern.

He was just in front of the barracks, when he was approached by two hooded figures, and blocking his path to the barracks' doors.

"Can I help you?" he asked the two, eyebrow raised.

"Indeed you can," one of them responded, and they both began pulling out an Elven sword.

"More Thalmor? I thought we chased you bastards out of the city!" Avulmar said, raising his voice. As they charged towards him, he pulled out his own sword and grabbed his shield.

"Zun... HAAL VIIK!"

The leading Thalmor staggered, their sword thrown out of their hands. Avulmar rushed in, thrusting his sword through the Thalmor soldier's chest and kicking him away. The remaining one slashed their sword towards Avulmar's face, and managed to cut him across the cheek. The Nord growled, bashing his shield at the opponent. During the Thalmor's daze, he stuck his sword through their gut, and the Altmer fell dead.