Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140918210746

Nadira's hand trembled a little as Azarath blankly stared ahead, she eventually looked down to her hand before looking back to him.

"Please don't kill me for this..." She mumbled before striking him, as hard as she was able, across the face, sending the Dunmer staggering to the right, clutching his cheek.

"Argh! Shit, that... s-tings!" He groaned, he hadn't been slapped that hard in a long time... As he rubbed the red mark on his face, he slowly looked up and noticed the sound of clattering and crackling of sparks, he looked around to see Jorthar and Emarrel's battle taking place, knowing that he had to step in.

His eyes immediately shot to Nadira as he approached her and snatched the helm of one of her swords before dragging it our of her sheathe, along with his own.

"Get to cover, now!"

Nadira looked a little startled, stepping back a little before glancing to the floor and looking back up to her companion, somewhat afraid of what he was going to try.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, breathlessly.

The Dunmer didn't reply, he stopped for a moment and examined his dull, metal sword, slowly turning it to admire every creases as it was slowly hovered against his eye.

"I'm goin' to end this..."

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Jorthar smirked a little as he attacked her mind again, sending an almost numbing pain throughout her body, in sharp bursts, that made her just want to drop to her knees.

"Aye... It's like I'm looking into a mirror." He chuckled, firing some more lighting, mostly to taunt her at this point.