Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140505141501/@comment-24918737-20140507181341

Hrofjar was running down the road from Bruma to the Imperial City. He spotted a Thalmor Scout in the woods some distance away. He growled, pulled out his bow, and shot at him. The arrow hit the Scout in the overarm. Hrofjar ran closer, firing another arrow at the alert Scout. It hit his upper thigh. Hrofjar cursed under his breath, and pulled out his sword with remarkable speed. The scout threw a spear at him, he ducked, and roared with all his fury as he got closer. The Thalmor scout turned and ran away in fear.

"Oh no, you don't!" Hrofjar screamed. He charged with all his speed, but barely managed to outrun the scout. He got closer, and thrusted his sword at the Thalmor's butt. It hit, and the Thalmor fell on the ground begging for mercy. But Hrofjar stabbed him through the heart and then breathed heavily. He looked around and saw that 3 Thalmor soldiers were charging at him in the distance.

"Bring it on, arrogant mudcrabs!" He screamed and stood still. When they got close he fired an arrow at the one in the middle, it brought it's shield up, but not fast enough. The Thalmor dropped dead. He switched to sword, and cut off the head of one off the soldiers. He turned around and stabbed the other in the back.

"You're not an Iron-Back now are you?" Hrofjar laughed.

After the deed was done, he continued to the City.