Issac As the fight began Issac launched himself through the air and flipped, landing on his feet. As another large Nord strode toward him; there was a huge grin on his face.
"I'm going to tear you to pieces, little elf." He cracked his knuckles for emphasis, oddly despite being wasted he didn't seem to slur his words that much.
Issac began to slowly back away, watching the thug carefully. He was one of the few wearing armor,
Ebony armor at that. Issac couldn't tell if his katana would be affective against hard-wrought ebony.
Might as well try. The man lunged, but Issac leapt over his head and delivered two strikes on the man's pauldrons. Naturally the frost wouldn't affect him, but Issac was hoping the flames would work. He landed lightly on a table, not breaking or spilling a single thing.
Suddenly the table broke in two, and all the silverware and food went everywhere. Landing hard on the floor Issac looked up, in spite of the pain in his head. The armored Nord loomed over him, the table had obviously been pulverized by the man's fists.
"You think I'm some sort of idiot?" He tuanted. "This armor is shielded against flame spells, and I can take frost spells." He lifted his arms above his head, preparing to smash Issac with them.
OCC: another helping scene anyone?
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 27 2006, 11:58 PM