Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-5583506-20140810210034

Gatz hadn't had the time the reload his sniper rifle or his revolver when the hunters showed up, leaving only one weapon to his disposal. He released the machete from his belt and darted out from the cave against the attackers.

Their bows and arrows were no match for the swiftness or the reflexes of a Khajiit. As an arrow came soaring against him he either dodged it rapidly or cut it quickly to pieces in front of him with a sway of the machete.

I must look rather funny doing this, he thought. He was bare-chested and only wore his pants and came rushing out against them with a sharpened weapon from a cave like some kind of ancient savage.

"Da fella's nutters!" he heard one of the archers exclaim before Gatz took a leap straight over them and landed behind them.

"Dat's right, fellas!" answered Gatz mockingly in their own tongue.

And then he started chopping, cutting off limbs and heads as he charged through them, leaving behind him a reddish mist.