Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-5543592-20141028010241

Before Daithi ran away he called back to Valuril, “Get them out of here at your first chance. This place is going down, and you shouldn’t be here when it does.”

“What about you?!”   Valuril called after him. She didn’t receive an answer, as Daithi was already gone.

Daithi sprinted up the stairs after Larethour. He saw Larethour’s foot disappear into a random room, and the door slam shut behind him. Daithi kicked the door open, and had just enough time to duck under one of Larethour’s guard’s swords.

Three guards. Elven blades. Easy work.

The first swung at him, Daithi ducked under and side stepped to the guard’s exposed right side. Daithi kicked the elf’s knee to inward, so that the elf dropped onto that knee. Daithi knocked him out by kneeing him in the head.

The second and third reached Daithi. The second stabbed, sliced, and swung. Daithi dodged all three, and lunged forward after the three swing, and seized the attacker’s wrist. He then twisted the arm, to the side, and popped it up, shattering and fracturing several bones. He used his elbow to knock the elf unconscious, by smashing the Altmer in the temple with it. The third threw his sword at Daithi, who ducked it, in favor of magic. Daithi rolled several times to avoid getting hit by lightning, and when he got to his attacker, he seized the man’s wrists just as he was about to fire, and had him zap himself with his own charged spell.

“Camoran.”   Said Larethour, sounding very scared, backing up. “Let’s not get hasty.

“You killed my parents.”   Daithi stalked toward him.

“Come on now. It was just politics.”   Larethour backed into a wall.

“You killed my Neala.”

“Please.”   Begged Larethour. The governor reached behind himself, pulling a dagger from his waist. As Daithi got closer, Larethour Lunged, and drove the dagger down at Daithi. Daithi used his forearm to lock with Larethour’s own, and punched the governor in the throat. Daithi then jabbed the Altmer in the face with his left hand, and disarmed him. Larethour stumbled to the ground.

Daithi gripped Larethour’s throat and began rapid-fire punching him in the stomach. Larethour gasped and wheezed with each blow. Larethour’s gasps turned to laughs. He ripped his shirt open. On his chest he revealed a fire rune.

“So predictable.”  Chuckled Larethour.

Daithi’s eyes widened in shock, as the rune exploded in his face.

(Hold on while I do a follow up post.)