And it began. Both sides engaged each other as the riot began, however the khajiit did not begin to move himself. Through the one eye he could see out of, he remained by the wall and watched as if he were a statue. Instinct told him to stay away and let the others deal with staining their hands and blades with blood, while his morality told him to help fight, so his allies would live to see tomorrow. Regardless, he knew he had to make a decision. But once that decision was made, there would be a slim to no chance of him being able to turn back. What he wouldn't give to be back at the college, instead of joining this... this... war. He couldn't even think up of a degrading word for it. It was, what it was: war.

Yet for a riot involving civilians, the unmistakable scent of blood was in the air and more of it than he expected. Damn his senses. Damn the dwemer, and Damn Aron for dragging him to Imperial City. It was beginning to fester in Qara'Sion's mind more and more to just leave it all behind. Gods, he just wanted to be far, far away from this. He had his own life goals, and playing a role in this was not one of them. He finally managed to move his hand, albeit in pure annoyance to rub the eye patch covering his eye and froze up once more. He remembered how his sister compared him to their eldest sibling if only by appearance. He didn't see a single resemblance though in terms of how he looked, or what he did. His brother was strong, and he wouldn't have hesitated from terror had he been placed in Qara'Sion's position. He would have either fought, or played it smart, saved only who and what mattered and kept away from this. 

...That's right. He still had to find his brother and sister to know they were safe. He couldn't die here. And the dwemer were currently in his way. In his way of safety, in his siblings' way of safety, and his friends way of safety. And the khajiit knew who to put his loyalty to. With a closing of the book, Qara'Sion marched forward, step by step. Heart still racing, he snapped his fingers and turned invisible.

"...I'll make them feel just as horrified and weak, as they have made everyone else."

The slow march of the khajiit quickened in pace as he moved nearby the swarm of guards fighting the rioters. His gold eye scanned for the nearest open guard to dive behind as the fight raged. It took him a few long seconds, but he did manage to spot one between two guards dealing with a hefty nord man. One backed off of him to guard their backs while the other engaged, swords clashing all the while. A perfect chance.

Qara'Sion slipped behind the guard and tapped him on the back with a rout spell. For a second, the khajiit revealed himself but immediately turned invisible again as he hopped away. The expression of the guard wasn't visible, however, the action of said mer running from the nord in a blind panic was. The guard clumsily ran straight into his ally and tripped over on the ground. His ally staggered, spinning around to find his comrade impaled on the pavement by the nord.

The khajiit kept on moving, weaving and ducking through each combatant as he tried to find the next target. Thank the Gods he at least knew how to dodge, lest a stray sword slice him. Too bad he wasn't good at using one. However as luck would have it, another guard a few feet from was holding a woman by her wrist; shaking her with force. Qara'Sion neared them as the guard lifted his sword and bashed the woman on the forehead with the hilt. She staggered back in a daze, yet remained on her feet although she was being supported up by the guard. The khajiit brushed behind the guard and slapped him on the back of the head with a calm spell before turning invisible again. The confused guard weakened his grip and noticed behind the woman for a split second was a one-eyed khajiit with a hand on her back. The khajiit immediately disappeared, and the woman with a look of a mad dog tackled the unsuspecting guard to the ground. Immediately she stabbed him in the one open spot on his neck, yelling "Give me my husband back!" all the while.

With ease, he spotted a redguard in battle against one of the dwemer himself. Another easy target. Qara'Sion began to make his way to the older man when something hard collided with his face in the direction he couldn't see out of. His invisibility broke as he practically flew onto the blood stained pavement. Quickly and with force of habit, he stood up and turned himself invisible once more. The khajiit saw as a helmeted guard began to walk in his direction. No matter which direction Qara'Sion moved, the guard still followed him whenever he was done easily cutting his way through the opposition. Which could only mean one thing...

"...The bastard can see me. Shit!" The khajiit cursed in his thoughts. He couldn't afford to break the effects of his spell as his magicka began to run thin and he would need more time to rest. He was only armed with a dagger which definitely was not, going to beat that sword. The only logical reason he wasn't cut with the sword instead of punched in the face had to have been because the guard probably didn't want to waste energy swinging it if he wasn't really there. So, the only thing he could do, was run.

And Qara'Sion ran. And the guard chased him. He sped away from the crowd of people as the guard pursued him, not letting up once. As the two ran past one person, the guard yelled as he fell on one knee. The khajiit turned his head to see a hooded figure knelt down near the man and inserted a dagger into the back of his other knee. Quickly, almost as though he was commanded, Qara'Sion turned right around, charged at the guard and punted him in the face to knock him over. Qara'Sion and the hooded person immediately pounced on the guard and stabbed him in the neck using a dagger that each had. Breathing heavily, the khajiit looked at the hooded person and a smirk grew on his face. 

"I thought... you weren't going to fight?" He asked his sister. "Just a bluff to convince you not to join this." A chuckle came from the younger of the two's mouth. "Don't laugh, had you not decide to run in this direction, I wouldn't have been there to stop him."

The two stood up and moved a few feet to the side away from the fighting. "If you are, going to go back in there, you might want to regain your strength first. Doesn't make sense to be that afraid and act foolishly." Shenzi added before lightly nudging her brother on the shoulder. With a silent oblige, Qara'Sion moved away along with his sister, but the two remained on guard. The only mistake about resting though, was that his adrenaline rush would slowly subside until nothing but his common unbearable cowardice remained. And having his sister around made him relax a bit more. 

First and Second hand instinct guided Qara'Sion's steps. The fear remained controlling him as if he were a child's doll.