Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140920180255

(He could try. ;))

"Y-Yeah... You ain't killin' me..." Azarath muttered, trying to sit up before June thrusted her sword forward to threaten him into lying down again.

"Silence!" The former spy barked at him, looking up to Elana and Nadira, she knew that killing Azarath and 'rescuing' Nadira were seperate objectives.

Fritjolf approached June even closer and had the blade leveled at her chest, he point almost touching her.

"If you think I'm afraid of those pitiful tools you call weapons, you've got another thing coming.  Back off.  It's three against one.  You're out of your league, sweetheart."

"Is that so?" June asked, not even flinching.

"I've taken on ten of you at a time before and if you think that these 'tools' are 'pitiful,' then you want to see what the High Queen used to give out as standard equipment.

I've fought far more impressive people in my time, I don't even consider you to be in the same league as half of the contractors who thought that they could stop me. Especially the ones who thought it funny to call me 'sweetheart' and ended up losing their tongues for it."

The Nord's tone didn't even waver as she spoke, she was calm, like this was an every day occurance. She'd been in more than a few standoffs in her time, this was just Morndas to her.

"Suppose I might consider believing you, I still need to take Nadira back to her father."

Nadira nodded in agreement, somewhat thankful that the Nord was able to see sense.

"F-Fine, I want to go back, I..."