Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140622002837/@comment-5583506-20140623192229

Several seconds later the pile of struggling creatures had been reduced into a bloodied, gore-ridden, limb strewn paste. "The Bastard" had done a fine work with its enemies as usual and Arngrim's gaze now pointed towards the dremora in the room. He couldn't afford anymore distractions. If he wanted to get out of here, he would need the help of these people, and right now it really looked like they could use an extra blade by their side.

And so he started running towards the dremora again...