Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140524181600/@comment-24344819-20140529101628

Dorianis peeked from behind of his hideout at the Arcai.

"I don´t know about you." He told the Argonian. "But i see an opening and i´m going to use that." Dorianis jumped out of his cover and ran towards the mamoth type Arcus, who was looking somewhere into the distance and therefor facing away from Dorainis. While running Dorianis conjured up his bound scythe.

It was a big weapon. Even bigger than a giants club. Yet, unlike all other boung weapons it didn´t weigh anything and could be swung as fast as a normal dagger. That was because the scythe wasn´t realy bound to a real material weapon in Oblivion but consisted out of pure magical energy itself. Its blade was as big as the mamoth type Arcus neck.

When Dorianis was in reach he abruptly stopped and swung the scythe down on the unsuspecting Arcus from above. The magical blade sheered easily through it´s fur, skin, muscle, fat and bone and cleanly cut its head off. After having done that Dorianis turned on his heels and ran back to where he came from before the smaller Arcai could react to the sudden surprise attack. If he wanted he could´ve killed them too but sooner or later the Jarl was bound to put out a bounty on them too, so he saved them for later, when they were actualy worth killing. Now his work was done and it was best for him to return to Whiterun to pick up his bounty and rent a night at the inn.