Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140301033416/@comment-12599067-20140302014438

Volarano was flattened once again, but this time he had been expecting it and was more insulted than injured. He pulled himself to his feet with a grunt, then took his dagger back and flicked the blood off the elven blade.

"Leave me alone, dammit!" Eirik cried, still fleeing from his attacker. He burst into the room just after Emrey seperated Rolaf's head from his shoulders, then tripped over a rock and fell to the ground as the soldier leapt into the room.

Volarano was upon him in an instant. The soldier didn't even have time to cry out or raise his sword in defense before the elf had put a dagger in his throat, eyes dark with a fury that could've sent a shiver down the back of any warrior. He withdrew his blade and kicked his opponent backwards, killing the soldier before he hit the ground.

"You okay, Eirik?" Volarano asked, pulling the Nord to his feet. Eirik simply nodded and dispelled his bound cuirass as Volarano looked him over for injuries. When Vol decided that Eirik was unharmed, he made his way over to Rhiannon and offered her a hand.

"Before you beat me with a rock for dragging you into this, remember that you are getting paid," he offered in an attempt at a joke.