Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-203.173.159.60-20140607015435

Za'ryia grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Very good." she whispered, sheathing her Dragonbone Sword with one liquid motion, her fingers curled around the hilt. The blade was deadly sharp, and it glinted menacingly as though it knew it would taste blood. A foolish Breton approached her, swinging his Elvish Sword, his green eyes boring into her blue ones through his helmet.

"You're gonna make a fine rug, cat!" he bellowed, slicing at Za'ryia's stomach. The Khajiit was swift, and their swords connected before his blade reached her. The silver rings in her eyes spun faster as she unleashed a furious counter-attack, slashing at his hip. The Breton let out a guttural scream, staggering back with one hand at his wound. He removed his hand, which was dripping with crimson blood.

Za'ryia fell into a crouch; her legs bent, her tail twitching. "You're weaker than a newborn cub!" she taunted, her ears flattened against her skull. The man growled, ignoring his injuries and foolishly lunging at her. She blocked the sword lazily, not even trying.

They fought back and forth, their blades ringing whenever they clashed. The Breton was tiring fast, but Za'ryia was the opposite. She felt like she could do this all day. Za'ryia saw an opening, and she surprised him by kicking him in the stomach. He sagged, hunching over like an old beggar. Za'ryia then swiftly buried her blade into the man's neck. The Breton let out a pained wail, but soon grew stiff and fell to the ground, blood blossoming from underneath him.

She unsheathed her sword, squatting down and fishing in the man's pockets. She found a pitiful amount of gold, but discovered a gold and ruby necklace that might catch a fair price. She pocketed these items quickly, her eyes scanning for enemies.