Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24123288-20140107103733

(Aw you know what Wyvern is like. J and Amdzel are just sitting there quietly watching Eilonwyn almost kill herself for the hundredth time...)

Growing restless at her weakness, Tyranil sent one of his copies over. It advanced slowly. Scythe raised. Enjoying the torment he was causing her.

The Dunmer was still on her knees, sword placed over her thighs to try and numb the wound in her leg. She didn't look up as a Tyranil approached her. She wasn't completely  stupid. She could sense it in the atmosphere around her.

"I hate fighting mages..." She whispered.

The Tyranil smirked as it got ready to knock Eilonwyn out. It raised its scythe, preparing to hit her with the base of it.

Eilonwyn instantly sprang into action and stabbed the Tyranil in the stomach as he got close to her. He fell to his knees in front of her. Copy and Dunmer looked into eachothers eyes before she finished it off.

"Four to go..." She mumbled, keeping count for as long as she could.