Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-4748501-20140607143250

The warriors surrounding the group were powerless against Za'ryia's terrible strenght. Your claws managed to cut through their armor with alarming ease for the victims. Ja'aza had taken out a Dragonbone Dagger, wielding with surprising expertise for someone who had been swinging a warhammer just minutes before. The Dawnguard and the Silver Hand were falling back, their numbers lowering quickly.

''It's working! They're falling back!'' Ja'aza said rather joyfully.

She glanced towards Ra'Tash, seeing a Bosmer about to slash at him, and threw an unexpected Firebolt towards the attacker. His face was burned, but he was still alive. Ja'aza quickly lunged at him. He clumsily swung his sword at Ja'aza, who parried the attack to the side and with a brutal motion, planted her dagger through the Elf's chest, breaking his sternum and puncturing his heart. Just to make sure of his demise, she headbutted him to the floor, moving to the next enemy. Foes were now scarce and falling quickly. The Orc, heavily wounded, walked towards Za'ryia.

''If we are to die... we shall at least bring some of you with us!''

He readied his warhammer. Suddenly, a light much stronger than usual shone across the room as someone was standing in the doorway. Ja'aza covered her eyes, as did many in the room, trying to make out the form of whoever... or whatever was standing there.