"You never should have come here!" Athis' angry shout startled the two returning warriors. The Dunmer drew his blade and lunged forward. Nevena stumbled a few steps backwards, the sword barely missing her chest. "Athis, what the...?" The elf didn't give them an answer. Instead he tried to strike once more, but this time the two Nord were prepared, blocking his fierce attacks with their own weapons. The sound of clanging metal filled the air, accompanied by shouted battle-cries. "What are you doing? Stop, you idiot!" Athis didn't react. It felt like talking to a wall. No matter how they tried to stop the Dunmer, he simply kept attacking. The battle grew more and more intense and it became increasingly difficult to block the attacks without hurting him. This was not a match between friends – it was a fight until death. Farkas and Nevena knew they could win easily, but of course they didn't want to kill their friend.
A cold wind gust blew through the room. Torvar appeared on the opposite side of the mead hall. “Torvar! We could need a little help!” The tall Nord didn't answer. Instead he rushed over and Nevena thought he would hit Athis on the back of his fucked up Dunmer-head with the hilt of the sword he had drawn. Finally someone had heard the noise inside and came to the rescue. It would be the best to simply knock the elf out. But instead of this, their supposed ally tried to strike at his just returned shield siblings. What was wrong with everyone? Even old Tilma held a dagger in her hand, attempting to hurt the Dragonborn and the werewolf. “Why. Won't. You. Die!” "Farkas?", Nevena managed to address the other completely confused Companion while dodging the attacks that came at them like a never ending storm. Her arms grew weaker and weaker the more she defended herself. "Yeah?" Njada, Ria and Vignar entered, looking far beyond furious and ready to cut them into shreds. "Run for your life!"
She didn't need to say that twice. They pushed their supposed comrades back and sprinted through the door, down the steps. An arrow flew above their heads, piercing one of the benches around the Gildengreen. The two ran past the market. “I will destroy you!” The guards did not move a single finger, they all just watched what was happening. Whiterun citizens running after one another, weapons drawn and with the intention to kill - nah, I'd rather arrest someone for lollygagging. Nevena and Farkas were already near the city gates, their followers out of sight, but still after them. The Dragonborn grabbed the man's hand and lead him into a small house. Breezehome, if he was right, the one that had been for sale. She slammed the door shut as soon as they were inside and quickly turned the key in the lock until it was fully closed.
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Farkas + F!DB: Run for your life 2/2
Date: 2013-08-30 03:15 pm (UTC)A cold wind gust blew through the room. Torvar appeared on the opposite side of the mead hall. “Torvar! We could need a little help!” The tall Nord didn't answer. Instead he rushed over and Nevena thought he would hit Athis on the back of his fucked up Dunmer-head with the hilt of the sword he had drawn. Finally someone had heard the noise inside and came to the rescue. It would be the best to simply knock the elf out. But instead of this, their supposed ally tried to strike at his just returned shield siblings. What was wrong with everyone? Even old Tilma held a dagger in her hand, attempting to hurt the Dragonborn and the werewolf. “Why. Won't. You. Die!” "Farkas?", Nevena managed to address the other completely confused Companion while dodging the attacks that came at them like a never ending storm. Her arms grew weaker and weaker the more she defended herself. "Yeah?" Njada, Ria and Vignar entered, looking far beyond furious and ready to cut them into shreds. "Run for your life!"
She didn't need to say that twice. They pushed their supposed comrades back and sprinted through the door, down the steps. An arrow flew above their heads, piercing one of the benches around the Gildengreen. The two ran past the market. “I will destroy you!” The guards did not move a single finger, they all just watched what was happening. Whiterun citizens running after one another, weapons drawn and with the intention to kill - nah, I'd rather arrest someone for lollygagging. Nevena and Farkas were already near the city gates, their followers out of sight, but still after them. The Dragonborn grabbed the man's hand and lead him into a small house. Breezehome, if he was right, the one that had been for sale. She slammed the door shut as soon as they were inside and quickly turned the key in the lock until it was fully closed.