Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140126013935

Marulahk didn't have time to react before he toppled forward, landing face first on the ground with a crunch that sent a shiver down Jack's spine. He thought that at least would've inpacitated the orc, but apparently not. Marulahk reached up and grabbed onto Daithi's arm with a vice grip, then flipped him off his back. Keeping an iron grip on the elf's wrist, Marulahk slowly got to his feet, blood trickling from multiple scratches on his face. He lifted the elf up by the wrist and brought Daithi's face within inches of his, eyes alive with anger.

"Any last words, son of Aodhan?" Marulahk asked, unsheathing a knife from a scabbard at his waist and holding it to Daithi's throat.