Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140703131951/@comment-24530992-20140707174832

The large Daedra kept fighting, the arm already starting to reform, yet taking lots of energy from it. Jolfnir, with the poisoned greatsword, had took Altair's advice. He grabbed the knights arm with an extremely tight grip, and sliced the chink, listening closely to the ripping of flesh. Bingo. He let go of his arm, and moved the anchor back over the dead center of the city.