Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140625201826/@comment-3293219-20140626194523

The man clutched his neck, stumbling back, leaving him open.

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Set spun the guard around before running his sword through the back of him.

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Irvine continued to beat on Jaryl's face, smiling as he heard the sweet sound of boots as more men descended on the inn. However, his face dropped as he could hear several cawings and shriekings before hearing his soldiers cry out in agony.

"My Gods... Th-They're being torn apart by birds!" The Lieutennant cried, watching as the last of the soldiers ran along the road, flailing his arms around as several crows pecked his face apart, bringing him down to the floor and plucking the eyes from out of his skull.

Jaryl used this brief moment to punch Irvine across the jaw, knocking him off as he crawled along on his hands and knees. The Bosmer approached, bringing a heavy fist to his face.