Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140126160553/@comment-24123288-20140127184247

(Damnit, I've been writing so much scythe combat over the past few days, it's hard to be inventive xD)

Eilonwyn leaped off the altar and swung down at one of the Ashlanders heads. She smirked as her scythe found its mark.

The other two had reached her at the same time and were now pincering her. Forcing her to stand up on the altar again. Foolishly, they both decided to take her head on. They were a little hesitant because of the shrine, but Eilonwyn was a bigger threat to them than a pissed off Namira.

With a cry of battle, the two Ashlanders charged at Eilonwyn but were swiftly knocked back as she kicked one in the gut before stabbing the other in the head.

The Dunmer grinned as she got covered in blood. It was dripping off her scythe. Flecks of blood landed on the altar and all around Eilonwyns feet.

She quickly impaled the third Ashlander and tugged her weapon out.

"You reay?" She taunted to the fourth native.