Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20141007024757

(surprising ferocity. I dunno how the word died)

Tyryon countered the blade by using useless right arm to block it. The chainmail below snapped and twisted, but he managed to trap the sword. He swiped at Imry's neck with his shortsword.

The two elves charged forward, as Sorin and Alyssa ran at them, holding hands. The pair seemed to break up into flickering shadows, wreathed in blue flames and lightning.

The two elves immediately went back to back to defend. They managed to parry nearly every stroke that came out of the haze that surrounded them, as lightning and flame began to fly everywhere, given their own reflexes and skills.

The barrage seemed to stop. Veleno and Elemo were so tired that they could hardly even raise their swords anymore.

They ended up with Sorin's sword through their necks, Alyssa's sword through their hearts. Sorin slashed downwards and Alyssa upwards, after another sudden barrage of strikes

Brains, intestines and other organs spilled out everywhere. The ruptured hearts exploded from the heat of Alyssa's sword.

The two elves then fell into burning ribbons.

Tyryon was shocked at what he saw, but didn't show it. He knew he would bleed to death soon, if Sorin and Alyssa didn't get to him first. Alyssa's red eyes also struck him as odd. He thought ''she joined her blood with Sorin's? That is ... unthinkable. I am not going to survive this. The Breton knight here is pretty dangerous but exhausted, but a three on one with people more skilled than me? I'm dead ...''