Kyzerin growled as a scamp's claws raked across his face, drawing blood. He swung his axe towards the scamp's head, but it leapt backwards, and his swing past harmlessly through the air. It let loose a satanic laugh as it leapt further back, throwing fireballs, most of which sailed past Kyzerin, but one connecting with his chest and propelling him backwards. He landed roughly on a cobblestone path that led to a home that was eclipsed by flame, and struggled to get to his feet as he attempted to quench the flame developing on his leather cuirass. When he finally extinguished the flame it was too late to get up, and the Scamp was upon his, claws slashing at his face. He raised an arm to shield himself while he swung his axe with the other, but the scamp knocked his arm away and his axe skid away into a nearby bush, that was somehow untouched by the flame. Kyzerin tossed a fireball into the scamp while it was distracted, and in one smooth motion he drew his dagger and plunged it into the beasts throat, killing it instantly.

Kyzerin retrieved his axe from the bush before he checked on his armour's condition, and he was disappointed to find a hole had been burnt into it. "Damn Scamp." he muttered angrily, kicking the scamp's body as he did so. With the hole in his armour Kyzerin felt exposed, and so he proceeded cautiously, avoiding enemies, and looking for somewhere he could hide. Looking out upon the screaming masses from the side streets, he found solace in the fact that he was not the only one resisting slaughter, waiting to die, and rather there were dead daedra littered among the deceased. He snapped out of his stupor as a noise rang out from behind him, and he turned to see a man being impaled by a dremora. It stared at Kyzerin, with a demonic smile, and pulled his midnight black blade from the carcass, licking the blood off the blade as the man collapse. Facing off against a dremora was hard enough, but doing it with a gaping hole in his cuirass seemed too arduous to Kyzerin. He looked around, and was terrified to see a scamp behind him, cutting of his escape. Then he had an idea, and, without wasting a second, dashed into a burning building.

Kyzerin heard the dremora's distorted laugh as he rushed up the stairs, the building collapsing around. When he reached the second floor he was horrified to see there were no windows, and he could hear the dremora walking slowly up the stairs behind him. His heart almost stopped when it reached the top of the stairs, and he turned to face it. It drew it's blade, which it had sheathed while it had followed him, and spoke hellishly "No one escapes, mortal!"
"Clearly you've never met me" Kyzerin replied with a smile, before throwing a fireball at the wall and leaping through the weakened wood onto the street below.

He hit the ground hard, smacking his head against stone, and in his dazed state he looked up at the hole he had created. He saw the dremora peering through it, and it looked as though he was going to follow Kyzerin through it, but after he few moments he disappeared from view. Kyzerin stood, steadying himself on the side of the house while he got his bearings. After a few seconds he took some uncertain steps, but he regained his balance and looked around for somewhere to go.

He wandered the streets for a few minutes, even more cautious than before, and looked out for somewhere to go. He decided to get a better view, and so he hoisted himself atop a small wooden stall, which allowed him to see a small part of Kvatch. He saw a few people who were fighting back, but he saw that a few of the fighters were in one area, congregating around a guard in the nicer part of town. He jumped off his vantage point and began to make his way across town, still taking care not to be seen by any daedra, and after fighting nothing but crowds he arrived where the guard was. As he arrived he saw two people next to the guard, with a third fighting through a crowd. "Why the hell are daedra on the street" Kyzerin asked.