Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606201652/@comment-3293219-20140608195858

"F-Fight h-her!" Maria's agonised voice clung inside Set's mind, the pain that she was in, the worst thing he could do was nothing he had to try.

"Fighter her! Please!" Julie added, it was like he was blind, the daedra had stolen his sight and he barely knew where he was but their voices gave him some sentience as he slowly clawed his way back...

"When you first met Set''', did you picture yourself here, in his hands, as he slowly chokes the light out of you!?" '''The daedra mocked, grabbing hold of the blade of Set's sword. His hands sizzled for a moment as he turned around, his palms were black, dripping with the toxic, acidic ooze as he set to wrap it around Maria's throat, hoping to strangle her to death while her neck slowly disolved.

The Bosmer hovered his hands over Maria, a few black droplets rolled off of his fingers and fell onto the Breton's neck as his hands got closer, sizzling and giving off some steam as minute bits of skin on her neck blistered.

Without warning, Set took control and pressed the acid against his own stomach wound, crying out in pain as he fell to the floor, releasing Maria. The Bosmer immediately crawled over to the sword, his head pounding as the Daedra fought back, with more force than Dufont or Telemachus. Thankfully, Agatha's amulet gave him some resistence but even that was dwarfed by Namira's power.

With his last act of consciousness, Set pulled his sword out of the ground and fell on his back, he drove Namira's sword through his own stomach, pinning himself to the floor as the skin and organ tissue around it sizzled.