Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-768817-20131205015528

The thug gasped for air, as it weezed through the hole in his trachea, he twirld around, he body collapsing into a heap of limbs, he shook a little, before going quiet. The naga came at them, 8 feet of death, he held a greatsword in one hand, swinging it at the Tyran. While other argonians of the same black armor began sneaking from alleys, like puss from a sore.