Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-12599067-20141024014433

Ma'Jharo had been lucky in that Daria's arrow had hit one of the more well armored places in his boot and although it had hit home, there wasn't quite enough force for it to fully penetrate the armor on his foot. However, it did hit with enough force to earn a small dent and draw Ma'Jharo's attention. The mercenary shifted his head slightly to the right so that he could look at Tasha out of the corner of his eye without looking away from Dral, although unfortunately he was able to see Brihanna or Tasha.

"This isn't this one's fight, Miss Daria. Ma'Jharo will give this one a chance to turn around and walk away while she still can. And he will warn this one-- the moment Ma'Jharo hears an arrow of any kind, he's going to chop the savage into pieces and keep them in a jar," the mercenary warned the women, his blade digging a little deeper into the Reachman's chest. Dralnach grit his teeth and a look of contempt came over his face, but he made no moves against the Khajiit while there was a blade poised at his chest.