Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140919225621

(Sorry our (Emma and I's) lack of posts tonight but since it was two of our characters going head to head, we decided to do a collab pie to be more in sync and provide a satisfying battle. So, yeah, we were away but never gone...

Anyway, let's get this bitch on the road before Nicky Mehta sues me.)

Azarath was quick to raise his own sword, Nadira jumped back in recognition as sparks landed before her feet.

She thought about raising her own sword but she knew that throwing herself into the fray would get herself or even worse, Azarath hurt or even killed.

She looked up to see Fritjolf and Elana and waved them away from the fight, gesturing with her head to it. Due to the fact that the intensity of the fight had ramped up, the two decided to hold back, seeing Nadira’s way of thinking.

Emarrel grinned her empty grin, drawing her sword horizontally until she freed her blade from the clash with Azaraths. The Vampire within bared her fangs and hissed loudly in the male Dunmmer’s face before thrusting her blade forwards.

She aimed for his gut, eager to fulfil her threats.

Azarath cleaved his sword down, knocking Emarrel's sword off balance and leaving an opening for a well placed head butt. Deciding that this was getting a little too close, the Dunmer moved back, sort of twirling around as he got back into his fighting stance.

Emarrel stumbled forwards, her sword almost getting stuck in the ground. She spun as well, returning to face him and also got back in her stance.

"Just give up!" She sneered, charging forwards and spin slashing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I don't 'give up!" Azarath sneered, raising both blades and deflecting the first three spins before the third one got close enough to knock him off balance. His steel sword shook, sending a powerful vibration up his arm as he looked up, ready to retaliate to Emarrel's next attack.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"And I...never lose!" Emarrel strained, panting lightly before she jumped back and ran forwards again, stabbing once more at his gut.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath hopped back, feeling the tip of the Vampire’s blade on his stomach as he did so, luckily, he was wearing quite thick armour, which the sword didn’t even penetrate through.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He panted, catching his breath as he wasn’t as young as he used to be, still this was truly exhilarating.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Nah lady…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">You lost a long time ago…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">That… thing won and most of what you were died, there and then.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He narrowed his eyes, raising one of his steel swords above his head and the other stretched out in front of him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Now, let me finish the job!” He roared, striking horizontally, with a quick slash and then striking vertically down on the Dunmer with his other sword.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"In that case..." Emarrel began before her eyes widened at the sight of the old Dunmer swinging down at her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She blocked the strike, her arms trembling from the sheer pressure.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I died centuries ago!" Emarrel roared, shoving him off and countering.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath didn’t expect a counter but he’d reacted against worse in the past.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He snatched Emarrel’s sword arm and then smashed the hilt of his sword into her chest, hoping to knock her off balance, before stretching his leg out and kicking her in the right calf, taking the Vampire down and causing her to land on the flat of her back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel growled in pain, trying to wrench her arm free from Azarath’s vice like grip before she was knocked to the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She snarled and struggled, writhing on the ground. Hissing as the sunlight burned her blood, keeping her drained.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“My torso looks quite intact…” Azarath pointed out, smugly, standing over her with his sword in hand as he slowly pointed it downwards, at her chest, hoping to pierce her heart. He was confident in his abilities to hit a target that small…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Guess that’s two things that you were wrong on…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He raised his hands, to build up momentum before striking down.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel rolled her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Don't act so smug, so soon." She muttered, kicking out at her foes shins with her boot and a snarl. The force of the kick sent Azarath’s knee back, the kick to his shin and the sudden shift in his knee movement, not to mention that it was bending the opposite way caused him to cringe and snarl in return as he stumbled backwards, limping as he did so.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">-

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Nadira had moved back, as far away from the fighting as she could be, knowing that she couldn’t intervene. It terrified her, to think that she had been reduced to this already but she was kind of the prize, the one that they were both fighting over.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">If she attacked Emarrel, then the crazy Vampire would kill her and just take Sophie and that would be the worst outcome imaginable.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Breton slowly looked around and noticed that Ra-Jeed was lay, incredibly still, on the ground. She quickly rushed over to him to check on his wounds…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">-

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath painfully knelt down and picked up his other sword, though he wasn’t able to do his stance as well, he’d been close to death’s door and still won fights. Hell, he’d won fights with injuries that some would describe as ‘mortal.’

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He feared nothing, least of all any of his opponents…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Hm..." Emarrel pondered, looking up to the sky and watching the sun begin to lower. She sighed happily, knowing this'd all be over far sooner once night fell upon the world.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I'm mildly impressed." She admitted, resting her sword on her shoulder and making a wide sweeping motion with her free arm.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Well, that makes one of us… Your sword fightin’ ain’t shit compared to your hand-to-hand.” Azarath panted, his eyes shifting towards the sun for a brief second before looking back to her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Still, you’ll be plenty impressed, when I slice your head off.” He pointed out, with a bemused shrug, slowly staggering towards her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He stopped and looked down at his leg, lifting it up and stamping it back down again to shake the pain off.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Aw..." Emarrel cooed, panting heavily as well.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Did I...strike a sore spot?" She giggled, walking forwards towards the Dunmer.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I think I'll kick you higher up next time, then stab you through the back!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Wouldn’t be the first time, you ‘stabbed someone in the back,’ now would it?” Azarath smirked, slightly tilting his head up to the sky.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Hey, Nad, you have that to look forward to, if this goes south!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Don't. Treat her like shit!" Emarrel snapped, darting forwards in a burst of rage.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She roared and swung her sword from her shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath grinned as he blocked it, though the force was heavily backed by her anger and it almost knocked him staggering.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Still, he kept his guard up, and did his best to force her off of him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Y-Yeah… I should drink her blood… Make her a… s-slave… grope her…” He chuckled, grinning and bearing his dark yellow teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Like a true friend!” He roared, forcing Emarrel back, with an almighty push.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"F-fuck you!" Emarrel retorted oh so smartly. She stumbled backwards and spat the saliva out her mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"It's only ‘cause they never come willingly! They never feel the way about me in the same way!" She bellowed, running and skidding under him, driving the hilt of her blade upwards as she did so.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath managed to protect his special area, by hopping to the side, the upward blade still cut south of his groin though, leaving a nasty scratch on his inner thigh. This, combining with his injured knee caused him to stagger and fall over, this time landing on the flat of his back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He lay there, panting for a moment as he adjusted to his latest injury, feeling the blood trickling down his leg.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Gee… I wonder why…” He retorted, sarcastically.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel cut her foe off by stamping down on his chest several times with her boot.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Shut up!" She snapped.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Shut up. ShutupshurpshutUP!!! Don't...mock...me. Don't...insult me!" She spat between stomps.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I can't...help who I...am! I am amazing and nobody sees it!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath cried out, the first few times, he was certain that one of the stomps broke a rib but that wouldn’t stop him…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">He reached up and placed his forearm across his chest, catching Emarrel’s boot in the process and stopping it from connecting.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“F-Fuck off… Princess…” He grumbled, slowly reaching down towards his leg and drawing a small hunting knife.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“You ain’t shit!” He snapped, jamming it into the left leg, jamming the tiny blade deep into her calf muscle.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Argh for f-fuck..." Emarrel seethed, falling onto one knee beside Azarath, tugging at the blade and growling in pain everytime it moved.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The only bit of advantage that Azarath could take was taking this time to get up; his right leg was practically useless at this point, due to the bruised and sprained knee, combined with the nasty scratch on his upper leg.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Dunmer slowly cobbled to his feet, putting all of his weight on his left leg and just trying to push past the pain of having to move his right leg, eventually he was able to stand upright and hobble away from his opponent, slowly turning back to face her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“You’re done!” He called; his voice was little more than a growl though.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“It’s… Over…” He added, in the same voice, though he was now panting heavily.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Surprisingly, the Vampire began laughing, she groaned and cut herself off pretty sharply though.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"O-over?" She scoffed, falling over onto her hands and knees and heaving.

<span style="font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"I've o-only just b-begun!" Her entire body trembled as black mist shrouded her for a moment. The laughter returned for a brief period before being replaced with a spine tingling scream.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The mist dissipated and Emarrel was unrecognisable.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Time to raise the stakes!" The Vampire Lord growled in a heavily distorted voice before it roared loudly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath slowly watched the transformation, it seemed odd but he had completely forgotten that she could do that. Still, her little refresher just made things interesting…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Well… Nice to meet the real you…” Azarath seethed, still panting heavily from a combination of his injuries and his exhaustion.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Who knows, maybe you’ll put up a decent fight now…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Monstrosity threw its sword away, choosing to extend its wings and launch itself towards Azarath with incredible speed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath couldn’t dodge, so he’d have to deflect, he swiftly raised his swords, getting ready to take this creature head on.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel roared again, tearing at the air with her claws as she met with the Dunmer.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Dunmer raised both of his swords, so that the creature’s hands flew into them, though this left two scratches on the Vampire Lord’s hands, she was still able to charge into him and send him flying across the clearing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath grimaced as he was hit and knocked flying back, several feet and landing with a heavy thud on the ground, slowly sliding along the floor before coming to a complete stop. His leg was in agony, he was incredibly shook up and he had a constant throbbing in the back of his head from the impact, not to mention his shoulders from where he had been hit by a living battering ram.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Feeling like a gladiator, down the for the count, he slowly made every effort possible to lift his arms and try to get himself up or at least moving again…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Vampire Lord roared in triumph, her humanity all but gone.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She slowly tranformed into the cloud of bats she used to escape Julian and his crew that night and flew over to Azarath rather quickly. She snarled as she reverted back into the monstrosity she really is.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The scratches on the palm of her hands bled heavily. But this didn't seem to bother her whilst she towered over Azarath, ready to strike again...

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath lay there, panting heavily as he slowly tried to sit up at least, grimacing in pain as it took a great deal of effort do so…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Can’t you just take the hint… and fuckin’ die!?” The Dunmer groaned, trying to pull himself up on trembling arms.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Same...to...you..." It snarled.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Like an animal it lowered itself, pinning its prey to the floor...

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“At least I have the common, fuckin’, courtesy to piss off, when I’m not wanted…” Azarath strained, wrapping his hands around her forearm.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"No...body...wants...you..." The Vampire Lord hissed, barely noticing Azaraths hand wrapped around her arm.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She leaned closer, looking like she was about to kiss him…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Oh fuck, I’d rather she just killed me… <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath thought, grimacing and putting up more of a fight but he was somewhat too weak to do anything.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel leaned in extremely close. Azarath could feel her breath blow on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The former Dunmer snarled again, continuing to toy with her prey.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She was rather enjoying the torment...

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Azarath, realising that he had no chance of sitting up just dropped his head back, panting heavily some more as he let his head roll to one side as his arms turned to jelly and dropped either side of his head.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">It wasn’t a matter of ‘giving up,’ he simply had little to no strength to fight her with and what little strength he had was waning more and more by the second…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Vampire Lord was growing bored now and decided to bring her head extremely close, its fangs scratching against Azarath’s lips...

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Let me die before she kisses me… <span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"> He thought, this being his own personal hell…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">However, the two of them then heard the light tapping of boots, to Emarrel’s left. Someone had been watching, from above and had dropped in on their fight.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">A hard, sturdy boot hit Emarrel across the face, with as much force as the person kicking her could muster.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel howled, flying off to the side and away from Azarath. She whipped round snarling, staring at her attacker...

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Before her stood a Nord woman, in leather armour, a woman that neither combatants recognised…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She slowly drew two knives from the holsters on her belt and readied her stance.

<span style="font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“What are you, Demon!?” June demanded, narrowing her eyes and putting Emarrel in her sights.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Your...worst...nightmare!" The Dunmer roared, losing her interest in Azarath as a powerful, strong, beautiful conquest stood before her. She tore along the ground, throwing herself at the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June, was taken by surprise at how agile this giant creature was but she wasn’t about to let it stop her. She threw herself to the side and rolled out of the way of Emarrel’s attack before jumping to her feet.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“I’m disappointed with my own creativity…” She mumbled before slashing the Vampire across the back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel ignored the insult and exploded into a cloud of red mist. She vanished from view, maniacally flying overhead as a cloud of bats and reverted in midair, dropping down on the Nord from above.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June looked around, believing for a moment that she had vanished completely. She then noticed Emarrel’s shadow as it cast over her, prompting her to look up and see the former Dunmer descending on her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Nord cart wheeled out of the way, however, due to the hastiness of the move; she ended up bailing and landing on her stomach with a thud. June, quickly, shrugged it off as she scrambled to her feet and readied her knife.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel landed on all fours, and she used that to propel herself towards the additional foe, forgetting the beauty of her natural Nord. She barrelled towards her, fangs bared into a hiss.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Without thinking June brought her knife up and unintentionally stabbed Emarrel as the two collided and the Nord fell to the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Dunmer roared in pain, rolling off the Nord and howling as she was surrounded by the black mist, reverting back to her old self.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Ho...Holy sh-shit!" She snapped, raising a free arm and firing off a Life Drain ball at Azarath who she presumed was still lying on the ground in the same spot.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"B-beatiful and s-stabs really well? Wh-where have you b-been all my l-life?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June quickly scrambled to her feet, seeing that Azarath was spasming, fearing that she was going to lose her chance to fight and possibly kill him, she ran over to Emarrel and kneed her as hard as she could in the face, hoping to break the life drain spell.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel howled again, her head snapping to the side. She panted heavily, unable to really do anything at the moment. She needed the time to recover.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The red glow of the lifedrain spell faded from her body. For the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June was no fool, she learned quickly that she couldn’t afford to give her opponents time to recover and quickly used this situation to her advantage.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Nord drew another knife from the belt around her chest and slowly strode over to her opponent; she had dropped her stance and replaced it with the usual confident strut that she picked up, whilst serving the Queen, back in the Solitude.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She stopped at Emarrel’s side and stood over her, placing the toe of her boot under the Vampire’s shoulder and lifting it up, so that she’d roll on her back. She looked down on the Dunmer, pitiless, like the cold assassin that she was.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel panted heavily, giving the assassin a wink and grin. She grabbed her leg and fired the life-drain spell again, sending it shooting through her body.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June immediately grunted, finally seeing what this spell was, some sort of life transfusion spell, making the Dunmer stronger at her own expense. Acting quickly, the former spy raised her boot and drove it down on Emarrel’s injury, or what was left of it, repeatedly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Dunmer snarled, pulling at the assassin’s leg and sending her to the ground. She cut off the spell, letting the last of it heal most her wounds. She stood up, looking for her sword, since she'd need it again…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June quickly pulled herself up and snatched for her knives as Emarrel walked away for her sword. Now was her chance, she charged over to the Dunmer and leapt at her, tackling her to the floor, a few inches away from her sword.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel cried out, her hand scrambling through the dirt and grass for her blade. "Sh-shit I..." She mumbled, throwing her head backwards, ramming it into June, with no success. "Would you let me go if I said I liked this, lady?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Nord rolled her eyes and tried to bring her hand up to stab the Dunmer.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“You wouldn’t be the first…” She groaned as she struggled to wrap her hand around Emarrel’s stomach and retrieve her knife but she found that Emarrel was lay on it, the Nord quickly realised that she could get her hand out but she’d have to abandon her blade.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">She did so and immediately wrapped her arm around Emarrel’s throat, crushing her throat in a choke hold.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel coughed and spluttered, her hands reaching back, to pull at the Nord’s hair. She was trying to get a good grip on the back of her head.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Distracted by the Dunmer’s twitching fingers in her face, June leered towards her left and ended up sliding off of Emarrel’s back, making her choke hold less effective. She quickly tried to fix this by grabbing Emarrel’s pinkie finger and jerking it to the side, resulting in a sickening crunch.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel screamed, kicking the Nord away and making a dart for her blade. She rolled over and picked it up in her hand that was still whole. She whipped round, a manic look in her eye.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Fuck off would you!? I got a stupid pervert to kill!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June panted as she slowly scrambled to her hands and knees and pulled herself up into a stance.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“I tracked him from High Rock, he’s mine to kill!” She seethed, raising her knife to the beast before her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“And Nadira will be taken back to her father!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Nadira doesn't want that you cow!" Emarrel snapped, pointing her blade at the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"She wants adventure! freedom! And I'm giving it to her!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June narrowed her eyes, hoping to stop this mad woman’s ramblings for good…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“That’s a shame, because this isn’t about what she wants but what her father wants…” She muttered before drawing the last of her knives and rushing over to Emarrel and kicking her in the temple before bringing herself down and doing a sweeping kick.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Stars flashed before Emarrels vision and she fell to the sweep, hitting her head again when she met the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Fuckin...a!" She groaned, rubbing her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June knelt down over her opponent and hovered her knife over her chest, her eyes quickly shifted up to hers.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Looks like you weren’t the only one who had a pervert to kill…” She grumbled, resting the tip of the blade against the Vampire’s chest and pressing it down a little, so that the tip of the blade dug in.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"K-kill him good for me, hun..." The Vampire sighed, accepting her fate. She looked over to Nadira, still in the distance, with a small smile on her face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"S-sorry Nadira. All good things have to end..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">June placed one hand over the pummel of the dagger and wrapped the other around the hilt, taking a firm grip on it before slowly sliding it into Emarrel’s chest and piercing her heart, twisting the blade, once it got deep enough to eliminate her completely…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel gasped, croaking softly as the darkness of her vision finally obscuring everything. The only sense she had left was hearing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">The wind blew through the trees and the birds sung. Somewhere, far away, the Dunmer could hear laughing. "Come on Emarrel, are you kidding me? There is really a place out there with dragons flying around!?"

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Yeah S-sophie. I can take you to see them. W-would you like to?" ''<span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"F-father would be mad, Em." ''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">"Th-that's half the fun, Soph. Let's go see a dragon. Let's live a little!" Sophie looked around, before nodding, an eager grin on her face. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel returned the grin and took Sophies hand, pulling her along by the arm, the faint hints of bites on her arms... ''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">- 

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Sophie gasped at the same time; she looked to Fritjolf, horror in her eyes. Before he could react she threw her arms around the Imperial and kissed him deeply. Tears running down her cheeks before she crumbled into ash, her remains floating off the branch and scattering in the winds...

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Least I got to see Skyrim before I died... ''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Emarrel smiled, the sounds finally fading away as she died silently for the second time in 400 years...

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">Sophie... ''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">