Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-29559990-20141007032905

Kazrris managed to duck behind one of the trees, watching as the battle quickly turned in favor of the Thalmor. He also watched the rest of the mercenaries fell back, scurrying away from the battle like rodents scurrying away from the monstrous cat.

The only one not falling back was Daithi, who was still taking the fight directly to the elves. He showed no signs of falling back, even has he was swarmed by vast amounts of soldiers.

Kazrris was now faced with a difficult choice; Beat a hasty retreat and survive or fight alongside the king... or die trying.

I didn't come here planning to survive.

Like the foolish, honor-bound cat he was, Kazrris slid the dagger out if it's holster, and charged into the fray.