Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-25038310-20140824084322

J'Tarz saw Gatz had already taken care of the Khajit patrolling the streets.

'''Damn. He didn't leave anyone for me.''' He thought, with a grin.

He walked in The shadows of the street, and stopped in front of the bar and held his ear against the door. He could hear laughing and talking between a small number of people.

He walked around the bar, trying to look for a backdoor. He found it, and entered the bar. The bar was dark and poorly lit. There was no bartender, only three tables with a group of four playing a card game in the middle of the saloon. J'Tarz crouched under the tap, and grabbed two molotovs.

His target was at the third table. He threw the two molotovs at the other two tables simultaneiously. The Khajit holding cards were now crying and yelling in pain as the fires engulfed them. Some ran outside the bar, some stayed rolling on the ground, but to no avail. The other group was alerted. One Khajit started running out of the bar, attempting to call reinforcements, but his life quickly ended with a bullet to the head. The khajit fell down on the ground right outside the bar on the doorsteps.

The other Khajit had taken cover behind thrown tables. They didn't know exactly where they were firing, but knew it was coming somewhere from the tap. J'Tarz used this to shoot one of the Khajit in the head. The old Khajit cowered in fear, abd hid behind the other. Until the other one was also shot atleast. Now only the old one remained.

J'Tarz stepped out of the shadows, and stood in front of the sitting Old khajit, who looked down and spit on J'Tarz's shoes. J'Tarz grabbed the Khajit and pinned him down against the wall.

"Where is Srr'ak?! " J'Tarz asked, nearly yelling.

The Khajit remained silent.

J'Tarz rolled his eyes, pulled out his pistol, and shot the Khajit somewhere in the genitalia.

The Old Khajit fell down, and opened his mouth like he was trying to yell, but only a heavy breath occured.

"WHERE?!"

"Hgg... Old.. Warehouse... North.."

"Thanks." J'Tarz replied, before shooting the Khajit in the head.

More Khajit scavengers gathered outside the building, edging whoever was in the bar to drop their weapons and come out and surrender.

J'Tarz cursed in himself. "Lost myself in the moment.."