» Mon Feb 04, 2013 5:05 am At the top of the stairs however, his mind caught up with his adrenaline and his gnads found themselves affixed back into their proper place. He can't just leave Frea down there, with those creatures - not when she's being perfectly distracting, as bait. Not one to waste ample opportunity to take pot-shots at an enemy, he turns to fire on the Draugr, only to find them advancing on his position. Perhaps, he thought about the opportunity too long. In an utter act of desperation, he does the only thing he can - purely through reflex - and shouts so hard the Draugr are rag-dolled all the way to the wall above the end of the lower step, where they then plummet to the bottom.
Patch waits for a moment, bow now at the ready. He slowly peers over the edge to see...Frea picking through the remains of what once appeared to be their certain doom. Frea looks up with a bright gleam in her eye and congratulates Patch, "Well done, Breton. Draugr aren't really bright, but it was obvious that you fooled them into thinking you were the softer target - with the way you high-tailed it up those steps. Do you think you can teach me to make that sound, too? No, not the one that sent them hurtling towards their deaths - the one before that, the one you used to grab their attention, the eerily high-pitched one? That must have taken alot of practice, for a man with such a thick beard."
Dumb-founded by her appearant sincerity, Patch simply released his bow back into Oblivion and squatted down to check for any valuables he might find. This Miraak character was going to get it, for sure. As if an attempted assassination weren't enough - now this.
- Tommy Truck
Made me laugh.
