Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24449631-20140902164305

The Nord quickly managed to get another shot in one of the guys before the other got to him and smacked the bow out of his hand with his sword.

Almost sumbling back, Rowan managed to get his silver sword out, and for the first time in his life battle another person, that was out to get him.

The Bandit didn't hold back. Bashing on Rowan's weak defense untill he dropped through his knees.

The barechested nord quickly manged to roll away from his impending doom.

As he struggled back up his assailant was laughing and ready to strike again, Rowan held his sword more firmly this time and was more able to deal with incomming attacks.

He breathed heavily though his nose.

He circled the man, slowly. The bandit followed him with his taunting and piercing gaze. Obviously underestimating the Nord.

Then just as the bandit's patience had run out and he wanted to end the Nord. Rowan charged forward as well. Causing the bandit to be surprised just a milli-second, a milli-second that would be his demise.

Rowan charged forward, screaming like a Nord, as he did. And pounded his sword unto the bandit's. A loud crack could be heard in the man's wrist and he yelled in pain.

Rowan then managed to stab the sword clean through the man's abdomen, causing him to gasp and make his eyes wide.

Rowan breathed deeply as he felt the bandit slide uncontrolably down his sword, he was just in time to pull it out.

The bandit fell to the floor, and so did Rowan, almost.