Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-5543592-20140922002510

"Yeah, I don't really see that happening." Eogan said to Galadir. "We're going to-"

He was cut off by a bolt piercing his chest, straight through the heart. Eogan's breath caught in his throat and he looked around, startled.

"Got you, you undead bastard." Muttered Anaril from his position in a tree nearby, loading up a second bolt. Eogan, stumbling forward, but zoned in on Anaril location. With a roar, Eogan charged Anaril, although deep down, he knew it was futile.

"He's one tough son of a bitch." The Altmer mumbled to himself as he fired off a second shot into Eogan's chest. The Reachman's body jerked backwards on impact and he fell to the ground instantly.

Anaril jumped from the tree and land next to Eogan's body, loading up a third bolt. He leveled it at Galadir.

"No one moves." Said Anaril. "Or I start shooting."