Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-3293219-20131207215131

(She's probably ignoring it but...)

Bologra stood with his arms folded.

''Urgh... someone get me out of this 'romance novel!'''

The orsimer glanced around and sighed... No action, I've gotta punch somethin'!

The orc went downstairs and looked for some tough drunks to start a fight with, he had his eye on a nord who was most likely a miner. As he stepped forward to sock him in the jaw he heard a crash outside. He turned to see several armed men outside with C'laro and Corelas on the floor.

''Two milk drinkers against a bunch of armed men? Let's even the odds a little...''

Bologra ran out, charging into the dawnguard and knocking two of them flying.

He grabbed one by his breatplate and slammed him against the floor, laughing.

"That felt good..." He swung around with a grin on his face, clenching his fist.

"NEXT?!"