Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140607022031

(Also, Nick, I hope you know, they do not have their swords.  They will get them back later though.)

"Shut up and follow me." Growled Anaril at Fintan.

The Dremora screeched and crashed to the ground, dead, but did not vanish. Meaning, it was bound to the mortal realm.

Emrey climbed up the incline, pulled by Brighid, but a crazy Half-Naked ran up and sunk his teeth in Emrey's calf. Emrey roared in pain, quickly caught the Imperial in a scissor-lock. With a single jerk-twist motion he snapped the man's neck.

Eogan emerged from the battle, covered in blood that was not his own. He was holding someone's arm in his hand, which he quickly discarded. The blood-lust faded from his eyes and he moved up the incline towards Anaril.