thatimperialbastard:
DODGE CHECK: 14
Giovanni only had enough reaction time to brace for the lizard lunged at him through the fire. The two came crashing into the ground like a wounded dragon. The leather against his singed back had an unforgiving sting to it, but he was soon met with another sharp pain in his chest that needed his attention. But first goal was to get the damned lizard off him. Prioritizing his strength into his legs, the vampire kicked the Argonian in the stomach with the intent of sending him back over the fire; into the fire was more ideal at this rate though. He swiftly, albeit dizzily, got back up on his feet before he saw it: a dagger- uncomfortably close to his one of two imperative organs, was buried between his heart and his shoulder. He snarled, yanking the bloodied ebony dagger from his body.Now it was his turn.
He quickly seared his eyes into those of the Khajiit, firmly reminding the beast that he hadn’t forgotten him. Bringing his attention back to the Saxhleel, his legs sprung like those of a lioness, aiming the dagger for the Argonians skull.
Shadows gasped, airless at the kick, surprised at the strength (as well as an unsettling crack somewhere inside of him) before a more pressing issue grabbed his attention. The Argonian made a strangled yelp of pain when he landed in the fire, heat against his scales for only moments before he quickly rolled off with sharp gasps. It seemed immediately after that the fucking Imperial was leaping at him, armed with his own damned dagger. He only had enough time to jerk his head back, but not enough time to completely avoid injury. Pain burned on the side of his mouth, feeling blood trickle over torn skin, nearly making him lose a scale or two as well. With the vampire so close, his throat exposed…the Saxhleel felt a very real shiver of fear.
“<J’hasi!>” he snapped, eyes flicking to see his brother there, frozen in place, eyes wide with fear and his tail puffed up to three times its usual size. Shadows snarled, grabbing for the Imperial’s throat, the other hand trying to grab the wrist that had his dagger.
“<J’hasi!>” he barked, louder, the Khajiit jolting a little before his eyes refocused on his brother, rather than stock-still, eyes locked on the undead currently mauling him. He tried to take a step forward, but his injured leg crumpled underneath him, dropping him to the dust. The most the Khajiit could do was watch, his body shaking as the edges of his vision started to get fuzzy.
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