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Kin blinked before rubbing her eyes." Dmitri?" She hopped off the branch. She looked at the Khajiit." And I thought I didn't know anyone here." She smiled tiredly.

Asmir gave the big cat a good shove "Im not through with you yet fleaball!"

He completely ignored the push and gave Kin a hug, "Good to see you, friend!" he smiled happily, ignoring Asmir altogether now.

Kin blushed." You too." She hugged Dmitri back." It's been a while since I've seen you." She smiled as she took a step back, rubbing the back of her head.

Asmir walked over to the cat and slammed the mace down on his head with crippling force. But he was big enough where he could still fight. "I said i wasnt done cat."

The Khajiit had taken off his helmet when he first appeared and never put it back on. The cat crumbled to the ground, bleeding severely from the head.

Kin knelt beside Dmitri." Did you really have to do that?!" She yelled at the Argonian. She rummaged through her pack and pulled out a bottle. She tilted Dmitri's face up and poured the contents of the bottle down his throat. The liquid was bitter but began to work immediately by healing his head wound. Kin watched, worry shining in her eyes.

Asmir knelt beside the big cat. "Dont worry about him, he'll be fine. Best fighter I can ever remember comming across." He put his ands on the back of his head and used his own restorative magik. "Honestly, dont worry, hes strong, and Molag Bal doesnt let them fall so easily."

Dmitri sat up with a deep gasp and gave Asmir a powerful upper cut to the jaw, "You son of a bitch!" he snarled angrily and advanced on him.

Kin grabbed Dmitri's arm and held it down." Stop. Before I get in the middle of this and both of you will have broken jaws."

He calmed at Kin's touch and backed off.

"Now thats the fighter!" Asmir laughed and bellowed. "What did i tell you! He wouldnt stay down from that!" Asmir smiled and felt relieved. The big cat was ok in his book.

(( *sighs* ))


Draggin had passed out again, being to weak to stay awake for to long.

(You know the brawls in Skyrim? Thats basicly all you missed. Nothing major.)

"You hit me in the back of the head with a mace that looks like a porcupine!" he yelled angrily but didn't move, "You could have killed me!"

Asmir walked over to his new "friend" and gave him a hearty pat on the back. "Not even close. Like I said, Molag Bal doesnt let the strong ones fall so easily."

Kin rolled her eyes and looked through her pack." Now I have to make a new potion..." She sighed." You guys and your pride."

"What Molag bal allows doesn't matter if those spikes go into my brain, you idiot!" he snarled.

"Let me ask you something: When was the last time you hit a man and they remained standing?" Asmir asked. "Oh, little elf, my friend Kat may have some supplies you could use. Its her campsite afterall, so id assume she would have some stock."