Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24123288-20140107131112

Shit...how am I even alive right now?

After killing off her fifth Tyranil of the hour, Eilonwyn had fallen back and was slowly crawling to a wall to rest again.

I have to use as little energy as possible..

Keep everything for fighting the actual guy.

For the journey back to Cheydinhal as well...

She sat there, back against the wall, sword pointed out infront of her. Tyranil and his three copies were looking amused. Clearly thinking he had won already.

"My will to live is stronger than your ability to keep me here!" She shouted out, all of a sudden.

I wonder if he'll be pissed at me?

The Tyranils merely shrugged at Eilonwyns outburst. They stood there, waiting for her next mista-move.

Eilonwyn sighed and stood up shakily, supporting herself with the walls of the chamber. She walked to the nearest Tyranil and stared at it, showing no fear. He looked back at her, blankly awaiting orders. Silently she stabbed it in the stomach, just like the others before it.

She finished it off with a hars slash, dragging her sword to the left, feeling the weightlessness of cutting through something that didn't exist as the copy vanished. The Dunmer missed Ifrit.

She missed the flames.

Three to go...