Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140903224055/@comment-24530992-20140904220622

He took a step into the greenery, cautiously weaving through trees. A heavy feeling filled his chest, as he continued. Out of the corner of his eye, a dark figure scrambled out of his line of sight. Vaniel immediately drew his blade, as several more of the figures he had seen not too long ago ran from the trees.

"You fuckers again? What do you want?" He spat, suddenly moving and hacking one's head off.

"That's him! Take him, for Lord Bal!" A gruff voice echoed deeper into the forest. All of the five robed men and women scattered, leaving two behind for him to fight. One tried to jab at his stomach, but poor aim proved otherwise. He jabbed the tip of his blade through his neck, quickly removing it. The second one managed to get a slightly successful swing at the Breton across the cheek, leaving a line of red across. He cursed in dismay, swinging and bringing the blade into it's skull. He had no time to pull it out, as the remaining three took their places.

Vaniel acted quickly, balling his fist and swinging at the nearest one, punching them square in the nose. The latter stumbled back into a tree, where Vaniel grabbed their head and banged it repeatively into the trunk, killing it. Another ran from behind, slicing his leg deep enough to where it began to drip with blood. He charged, jumping onto the opponent. He was lighter, so Vaniel hung onto him, like a child clinging to it's mother. The latter tried to shake the Breton off, but to no avail. The one which remained untouched charged at Vaniel from behind, but he let go, causing the former to stab his own ally. He rolled from under the opponent, where he got ahold of his head, jerking it to the right, snapping it.

Just as Vaniel was about to exit the forest, another one of the figures, but with red eyes and a vicious smile, blocked his path.

"Mm.. Bal will be pleased once he gets his hands on you.. Unfortunately, I am very short on time.. I will be watching you, mister Peric.. But, before I leave..."

He grabbed Vaniel by the neck, throwing him against the nearby tree, where he threw a knife at the latter. He was lucky enough to avoid his heart getting pierced, but the blade still made it's way through the right side of his chest, ripping through tissue like a knife through hot butter. He let out a cry of pain, before the man disappeared, leaving a foul presence in his path.