Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727003907

(Damned! Looks like the POTUST has a character that is as skilled and as much of a show off as Sorin, cool XD)

Sorin smiled as he killed another Forworn. He had long deduced they were coming from holes, but he didn't bother blocking them as he wanted to kill all that emerged. He grabbed a Fosworn lady with his left hand, a look of regret playing across his face. He took a bite from the Fosworn, draining her of all her blood, before separating her head from her body. Sorin wiped his mouth, it was a long time since he last consumed unprocessed mortal blood. A quick flourish allowed him to drive his sword through yet another adversary.

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Tacitus and his men skirted the edge of contact, observing the situation. He isolated the primary threats to the Fosworn, giving orders "Haafik, Ecks, Volk, fight the two crossbow wielders!" , helpfully pointing at Sungate and Rita (Tacitus doesn't know their names, but I need to mark them)

Tacitus continued "Grakk, Ravnier, Vauban, fight Sorin Steelfang, you all know what he looks like!" (They don't actually, except for knowing his armor and blue eyes)

"Finally, Furyon, Master fire serpent, come with me! We fight the Khajits and anyone else!" (Kantar and Sasha, possibly Rho, these 3 are the most skilled of the nine...)

All nine men vanished into flickering light, marking tactical spots and recalling. They began their attack.

(Ok guys, time to show off what your characters are made off!)

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Sorin parried a golden and black sword that seemed to appear from no where. He sensed three men surrounding him. A Khajit, Breton and Orc materialized, all wielding similar weapons, wearing the exact same black armor. Sorin pulled his hood down and grinned. He once went up against these guys in Cyrodiil before. It wasn't fun and games.

The three men simultaneously attacked him, Sorin avoiding the blows by simply jumping clean over them, attacking from the air. As the three man team against him rained blows, Sorin calculated attacking solutions, simultaneously parrying, dodging and blocking every single blow that came at him. The three guys covered each other's gaps well, but Sorin had previous experience. He waited for the opening, which would come.

The three men seemed to disperse, surrounding Sorin. Sorin targeted the orc, who would be most deadly in melee combat. His opponent's berserker rage would trade carefulness and tactics for melee prowess (opening!). Sorin abruptly changed stances, attacking the Khajit and Breton with lightning. He swept in with his blade, scoring an upwards hit on the orc's right armpit as the orc raised his blade. The orc dropped his blade and frantically tried to turn invisible, but Sorin dispersed into a cloud of bats, reforming with his sword in an icepick grip, it's deadly point coming out of the orc's chest. (Serves Tacitus right for sending scrubs to fight Sorin.)

The two living members redoubled their attack. This time, Sorin could only defend. At least he killed one. With lightning and sword action, he managed to occupy the two survivors, locking all three of them into an unwinnable fencing battle. (Three is not ideal for fighting one person.)

(The orc was the least skilled, just saying. Sorin would not have been able to kill him if he didn't do a berserker's rage. If Sorin fought Furyon, Tacitus and Xiuhcoatl simultaneously, he will be at the losing end by a long shot.)

Alyssa looked at the stars. She was wondering what was happening at Sorin's camp. Also, where were they headed?