Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140106010811

Makoru attacked first, lunging at the Forebear with lightning speed. Sarjaa blocked the attack with his londsword and stepped in close, then put a hand on Makoru's chest. Makoru was blasted backwards and Manjur had to sidestep as Makoru hit the ground, lightning arcing from his form in little tendrils. Manjur drew his battleaxe and looked to his new ally but Makoru shook his head, raising a hand to dismiss him.

"Not your fight, Manjur," said Makoru, rising to his feet. Sarjaa laughed with delight and twirled his longsword, advancing on the banished prince with murderous delight in his eyes. "Best to stay out of this. Not only is it against the laws of Gilane, but it would lead you to your doom as well," the noble taunted. Makoru was there in an instant, bringing Bloodharvest downward to lob off one of Sarjaa's arms.

Sarjaa fought back, sidestepping before thrusting his own blade forward. Makoru blocked with ease and stepped forward, driving an elbow into the Forebear's ribs. Sarjaa well backwards with a grunt of frustration and was barely able to move aside as Bloodharvest grazed his side. The enchanment kicked in and Makoru smiled as he could feel the wound under his armor beginning to heal. Sarjaa retaliated by blocking the next strike and driving his shoulder into Makoru's chest, causing them both to hit the ground. They grappled for a moment, both fighting but unable to drive a sword into the other's chest.

Suddenly, Sarjaa found an opportunity. He reached up and grabbed the helmet of his attacker, and Makoru could feel a searing pain boring into his face. "Let's see just who you are, challenger! Take off that helmet of yours!" he taunted as Makoru fell backwards, tearing at his mouth covering and helm as they burst into flame. Sarjaa rose to his feet and smiled down at the struggling Makoru, who was trying desperately to remove the helmet.

After a long struggle, Makoru was able to tear the helmet from his face, thankfully unharmed for the most part. He looked up at Sarjaa in fury, his anger momentarily making him forget that he was supposed to hide his face from all those in the city. Sarjaa inhaled sharply upon recognizing who his challenger was and stood still for a moment. "Makoru... the banished prince of Gilane. My, my. What an honor to defeat the great son of Sarkin the Warrior. Even better to have defeated him in his own city," the Forebear gloated.

Makoru cursed when Sarjaa called him out by name, but had no time to react before armed guards barged into the room and restrained him. "Apparently the Crowns were wrong, in letting you simply run from Hammerfell without the brand of a traitor. You were lucky to make it into the city, son of Sarkin. I will ensure that it never happens again," he promised. With that, the guards seized him and ripped open the front of Makoru's armor, then Sarjaa stepped forward and placed a flaming hand on his chest.

Makoru screamed and writhed in pain while Manjur silently watched on. When Sarjaa was done, he withdrew his hand and smiled down at the banished prince. "Guards, please escort our fine friend out of the city," he commanded, and that was all Makoru heard before he blacked out.

(Holy crap, that took a while to write.)