Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-5543592-20140917013245

(This is what I had in mind Gold, tell me if it's bad.)

Galadir's eyes barely had time to glance down before the shock rune exploded beneath him. The mer writhed in pain and slowly fell to the ground, seeming defeated. The scimitar fell from his hand.

"Oh, Shor, have mercy." Muttered Emrey.

Anaril breathed heavily, regaining his breath. "You almost had me there for a minute.  I'm a little out of shape." The Justicar pulled his dagger out from his waist and dropped to a knee beside Celanar. He gripped  Celanar under the chin and lifted his head up to look him in the eyes.

"And I can certainly see why, Celanar." Anaril leaned in close to the elf's ear

"Your mother rots in a Dominion cell.  Once I find what I'm looking for, I'll pay her a special visit."

Celanar's pupils dialated, from multiple reasons. The lightning wasn't inhibiting him so much any more. As Anaril was speaking, boring on about razing the Imperial City to the ground, Celanar was stealing his second dagger the glass one.

"And then I'll- guh!" Anaril looked down to see half the blade of his own weapon protruding from his stomach.

"Game over, you son of a bitch." Growled Celanar.

Anaril pushed Celanar away and stumbled to his feet, wobbling back to his camp, gripping the dagger impaling his stomach.

"Victory, Celanar." Annouced the Guardian judge, every bit surprised.

(Sorry for controlling Celanar, Gold, I will edit it to however you want if