Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-5543592-20140615160918

The Lord rolled over roaring in pain. The rope wasn't strangling it, as the monster's trachea was quite large, but the lightning was causing it emmense agony. It rolled over onto it's back, trashing violently. One of it's leg's came down on Froki's own leg, shattering all the bones in it, crippling the Nord.

"Eogan!" Called Emrey from where he was in the hallway, guarded by Brighid. The Reachman turned just in time to catch the diamond-edged blade. Eogan sprinted, jumped onto the Daedra's chest and began to slice it's face. The Daedra moaned in frustration and pain once again, but was able to make cohesive thoughts now that the lightning had ceased. It's two hands came up and caught Eogan between them in a loud clap. Eogan struggled, but the Daedra had a firm hold. It began to pound Eogan on the ground. If he wasn't already dead, Eogan guessed he would, well, be dead. The thick, red liquid oozed down the Daedra's face, obscuring it's sight, unable to detect a frontal attack.