Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-3293219-20141005213630

"Dammit..." Sebastian whispered, loud enough for the others to hear him.

"That had better be a good 'dammit'..." The Argonian replied, cynically as the sound of his sword drawing could be heard.

"He's alive but his leg was impaled on one of the spikes..."

"So? Just cut his fuckin' leg off!" The Argonian called back, he seemed somewhat panicked about something.

"He'd die! I need to pull the leg off of the spike trap but I can't rush it or I'll tear the muscle to pieces, you two need to keep a look out for me, until I do!"

"Sebastian?" The woman called, the sound of her sword drawing soon followed.

"They're here!"

"Shit..." The Breton seethed, sighing heavily as he hung his head, once again calculating the odds as to whether or not he was willing to risk his friend's lives for a stranger. He eventually sighed and took hold of the Altmer's leg, slowly lifting it off of the spike.

"Just give me five minutes!" He called, slowly lifting it up, sliding it along the wooden spike to try and lift it to the tip.