Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141012191842

Azarath had completely blanked out, surrendering to the ever burning flames of rage, that dwelled within his soul. He had lost all ability to reason and it would take something drasting to snap him out of it.

Though the presence was enjoying the display, they knew that they had to get out of there or else they would be trapped. They decided to turn their powers on Azarath and sent an incredibly sharp pain through his head, prompting him to growl and clutch it and breaking him out of his trance. He looked down at the broken body of the barely living Grandmaster and then down at his own hand, covered in a mix of his own blood and that of his victim.

His hand had absorbed a great deal of damage, he'd probably broken several bones in it or at least sprained it, really badly. The Dunmer tucked it under his arm as he stood up, making a break for the front door, back to Elana, leaving the Grandmaster for dead.