Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-5543592-20140403214352

Curvos swung one greatsword in a diagonal-downwards direction at Dalon, who then had no choice but to throw himself backwards to avoid getting chopped in half.

Curvos turned to Galadir, who was looking straight in the (I guess former, he's not really too human anymore)  Imperial's direction.

"It appears I will kill you first, you disgusting elf.  After I get my Empire in shape I will turn the Crawer on your precious Isle.  Then we will see who is the 'dominant race.'"  Curvos slashed sideways towards Galadir's middle.

Emrey pulled the bolt from the right side of his chest, coughing up blood as he did so, but Anneken was healing him quickly.

"The Sigil Stone.  Get the Sigil Stone." He told her. Although he was healing, he was still looking rather pale.

Two soldiers walked in, carrying the groups arms. At seeing the carnage they quickly dropped the weapons to the ground, drew their own swords, and charged into the fray.

Of the seventeen orginal guards (including the Captain) that had captured the group only eleven remained. The soldier that had reported to Curvos had sprinted away at the sight of battle.

J'Baad was flipping and dodging around attacks gracefully, as if he had been doing this his entre life.