Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140720205323

Jaryl watched as the Breton leapt thirty feet into the air, falling from high up and pouncing on a zombie, stabbing it and scratching it, with his knives. He looked up, covered in the creature's blood before he pounced on the second nearest one, Jaryl wasn't sure whether or not it was on his side but it seemed to be more interested in killing the undead than it did attacking him.

The Bosmer looked up and saw that more of the resurrected have come to attack him, lunging forward and trying to grab him. He was thankful that he had shorter hair as it would be like incredibly easy for them to grab it if his hair was as long as it used to be. Jaryl snarled back at the zombie this time, embracing his animal instincts as he drove one sword into the zombie's stomach before decapitating it with the other.

He'd fought aggressively before, only this time, things were different, he had made a promise to his wife, one that he intended to keep. He'd be back as soon as Telemachus hit the floor, dead, Jaryl would get a horse and ride straight back to her and nothing would stand in his way.

As much as his determination filled him with vigour, he found himself being backed into a corner, by several zombies. Somehow, they were even more driven to kill him, most likely, because it was their soul purpose for existing now. It was at this point that the Bosmer looked up, seeing that his comrades were half a district away, he wasn't even sure what district he was in, since the sea of undead seemed to block any landmarks, which might give him a hint. He just had to keep fighting, hacking and slashing, until he reached the next district...

"Fuckin'... Outta my way!" Jaryl snapped, finding himself distressed by the fact that he was being cornered, he wouldn't go down without a fight. The Hanged Man ran forward, hacking, slashing, smashing, gouging and kicking his way through the horde, killing and disabling anything that was stupid enough to get in his way as he fought his way through the city.

