Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140124015342

Tyranil heard the praying behind him. He killed the last of the twenty or so men that charged at him before, and turned around, ready to face the Dunmer.

Dunlammus, meanwhile, was taking out the guard dileberately, one by one. They weren't all dead yet when the Dunmer surrounded him. He slowly sheathed his swords, dropping to his knees to feign surrender. A Guardsman slowly walked up to Dunlammus, when he was suddenly assualted by a swarm of bats from Dunlammus's raised hands. He quickly got up and unsheathed his sword, cutting the weakened Guard's head off in the process. He stood, waiting for the Militia and the remaining Guardsmen to make their move.