#swearlock

Is This a Challenge?

The blade’s tip is dangerously close to the Argonian’s throat. He’s leaning back, head tilted upward to keep his ever-so-cuttable flesh from being cut by the Dremora’s weapon. However, unlike how most would react in this situation, Agthux seemed almost... excited?

With a lopsided smirk, the DragonKnight would give a chuckle, before two wings burst from his back, and with a powerful flap, he’d be launched back, just far enough to avoid becoming a lizard kabob. The wings dissipate into flame and smoke, as his feet land back onto the ground.

With his throat no longer on the line, his weapons are now unsheathed, the Argonian’s own magic sword ignites with flame, the glow reflecting off the red from his armor, giving him an almost fiery appearance.

“I wasn’t expecting a Dremora ambush, today but I suppose I can make time for an ass-kicking session!” he swaggers, a burning aura surrounding his form.