Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140105145528

Tyranil smirked as the figures of guards and mages readied their weapons. He'd been in many a fight like this. He'd always won. Dissipating his scythe, Tyranil instead summoned his bow, a Nightingale Bow glowing bright red, aquired from a Dunmer named Eilonwyn a number of years back. Summoning a small bunch of arrows in his ther hand, Tyranil waited for the small army to unleash their weapons fire.

And so they did, all fairly accurately at Tyranil's location. So accurate, in fact, that Tyranil only had to move left about three inches to dodge the whole of it. Leaving the guards to reload their crossbows and the mages to recharge their spells, Tyranil rapidly fired the ten or 15 arrows in his hand towards the center mass.