Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140706020519

Sorin Steelfang paused as he was attacked by an Argonian. Damned, the Khajit had someone covering his back! He parried the lethal strike aimed for his back, replying with a thrust that the Argonian dodged. Nodding at the men, he said "I'll take him on, go after the Fosworn, double time! If you fail this one, I'll drink your blood!"

The guards obeyed and rushed off, as Sorin Steelfang engaged the Argonian, who seemed surprised that his sneak attack had failed. The greater reach of his sword, combined with his vampiric strength and profeciency for sword combat gave him a slight advantage, but his opponent was not weak. Their blades cut lethal arcs through the air at each other, none finding their intended mark. Sorin Steelfang swore under his breath, before firing a barrage thunderbolt at the Argonian.

Taking advantage of his opponent's broken stance due to dodging the storm of white lightning, Sorin Steelfang managed to land multiple strikes on the Argonian, which closed, as he would expect form someone who possessed Histskin. This distraction, however, was more than enough to confuse his opponent, allowing Sorin Steelfang to slip away. He knew the guards would not catch the Fosworn anytime soon, considering the fact that they wore chain mail while the Fosworn wore almost nothing. Those incompetent imbeciles! At least he got a good look at his target, a Khajit with light grey fur and many piercings. It was time to find out who this Khajit was.

(Summary: guards continue chase, Sorin Steelfang engaged Thyr in one on one to distract him)