Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-3293219-20140706232041

Reagon managed to hold the blade back, with a telekenisis spell, stopping it from hitting his head and bringing it down to waist height, it took a lot of effort to do so but it also took Arngrim a lot of effort to resist as the Half-Breed's mind had the mental strength of ten men.

Due to the mental fatigue, brought on by the block, the prison holding the rest of the companionship began to grow weaker.

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"The very same..." Kuros seethed before he swung his axe, trying to strike the two of them.

Suddenly he was jumped on, by a lightning fast figure, which clung to his shoulders as it caused him to stumble back, cackling away.

Mactan giggled before globbing a mouthful of black tar into the Dremora's face, causing him to roar in fury as he threw the Breton to the floor and stomped on his head, causing the summoned Breton to dissintigrate, into a pile of ash...

Kuros was still blinded by the tar, he stumbled back, clawing at his face...