Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-10906938-20141213051456

Marius was slowly dragging himself over to the heir apparent of Tamriel. The first thing he had done was dismount, his horse promptly exiting the battlefield to graze on some grass on a nearby hillside. He assumed a defensive stance in front of the prone Faolan. He had attracted the attention of one sphere, and took a bolt heavily in his shield. As the bot prepared a second, Marius charged. He didn't quite make it before the automaton reloaded, but had his shield up to intercept.

He might as well have been holding cardboard and wearing paper, as the missile was fired from a heavy dwemer crossbow at point-blank range rent through the already-damaged wood of his shield and a leather portion of his armor. The bolt passed through him entirely, but dropped to the ground between his back and cloak. If a robot could be shocked, this sphere had been as Marius staggered forward and dropped to his knees. With all of his remaining strength, he had swung his sword into the knee joint of the sphere. With a hiss of escaping pressure, the bot flailed for a few moments before haphazardly crashing to the ground.