Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-3293219-20131213235928

"H-hurts..." He gesture to his hand, his head wasn't functioning well enough to describe it any further.

His vision was dark and voices echoed in his head, as well as having a faint buzz in his right ear.

He tried to lift the bandaged hand but, before it didn't get very far, before it fell back onto the table.

meanwhile
Corelas had caught up to the imperial, he took his time to delay the inevitable.

"You know... if I had a bucket of water, a cloth, some time and a swelling ego, I could have so much fun with you." Corelas began, circling the struggling assasin.

"Well... at least you have one of those things." Lucian wheezed.

Corelas kicked him in his wound, causing him to shriek in pain and drop to the floor. The pain was so excruciating that he wasn't able to drag himself, for a few seconds.

"How do we get out of here?"

"Take a knife and slit your throats..." Lucian replied, weakly. "Start with the pretty dunmer, then the manchild, then do yourself..."

Corelas rolled his eyes at this fool's bitterness, he kicked him again.

"I'll be honest... I'm getting a teensy bit irritable." Corelas said, through gritted teeth.

"Just kill me..."

"Maybe later... if you're good."