Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24123288-20140217203421

"Stop it. Gentlemen!"

Veneficus stopped his next punch with great difficulty and panted heavily. He shouldn't be doing this at his age...

But he hasn't felt so alive in decades.

He stared at the Argonian, his chest heaving as he healed off his burst nose. Not bothering about the blood.

"She would...never...do something...like...that..." The Old Man wheezed, ignoring the Bretons constant calls for calm as he began to run at the Black Argonian.

"Sir!" Boreau called, standing in his way. "I already ask-"

The Breton was cut off as he felt the force of a punch from a very pissed off old man. "This is none of your concern you nosy git!" Veneficus snapped as Boreau fell to the floor.