originally posted in:The New Dojo
The khajiit pulls out a lab coat from his bag. He put it on his skinny body, over his sleeveless green vest, and buttoned his coat up. His play was to wait for the soldiers to leave, than he would follow them to there base. He didn’t know if he was even strong enough to steal the armor, but he might be able to steal some research. So he hid and waited
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With how the sword was acting, Minx watched it, waiting for the Khajiit to either pass out or actually die. It tried to steal from a force far greater than he realized, and there was a price to pay for it.
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The khajiit soon passed out soon. The sword worked furiously on his wounds, but the sword isn’t a doctor, it’s a weapon. Made to hurt and not heal
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She kept watching further, Evan losing interest and heading back towards the building.
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The sword looks at the remaining soldier, it is trying to beg for help. It just stairs at the soldier and the khajiit. And than it falls to the ground, not moving a inch
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He assaulted first, yet at the same time Minx felt terrible for it all. She wanted to help, but knew what would happen if she did; stern talking, prohibition for months, she's stepped out of line before, and at this point it wouldn't do her any good in the end.
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The khajiit lays still, he is breathing, but dying [spoiler]YES! Sorry. I was doing what you do when a d&d character drops below 0 hit points. You have to role a d20 three times, if you succeed, you go to one hit point, but are unconscious. If you fail, well you die. I luckily succeeded [/spoiler]
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She let the thing be then, turning around as the halberd melted back into the armor, leaving the cat be.