The Altmer looked at Fendryn and gave him a little curtsey and ran off into the fight. “Fuck… well it looks like we have no choice boys, what kind of men would we be if we stayed back and let the women fight. Let’s go and kill these ugly bastards!” He looked at his two friends who agreed with him. Ulrer ran in with his battle axe and Quintus readied a spell, he launched a green light at one of the scamps who fell straight on the floor and didn’t move. Fendryn walked into the fight pulling his bow back looking for a target. He managed to see the altmer again who had just been badly burned all over her arms by a scamp who was charging forward readying to try and finish the job. Fendryn aimed just in front of the daedric creature and released the arrow. As the thing jumped the arrow hit it in the eye and you could hear a little popping sound as the scamp fell dead. He turned around to see his companion who’d been knocked unconscious by the frost atronach. Has he was about to gather another arrow from his quiver he felt something grab hold of his bow, he looked round to see a fist flying in his direction, having no time to move he just braced for the impact. A crunching noise was heard and blood splattered all over the dremora. Fendryn half dazed kicked the ugly creature away to get a bit of space. 

Fendryn muttered to himself, “Not my nose again, why does everyone break my fucking nose.” He looked up to see the dremora breaking his bow over his knee. In his dazed state he’d forgotten about his bow. “You fucker I really liked that bow!” He reached to his belt and pulled out his two short swords and sprinted at it. Fendryn let out a flurry of attacks trying to break the dremoras defence, but the shield who was taking most of the damage. He tried to attack low sweeping at his legs but this proved costly as the daedra smashed the attack aside with his shield, Fendryn couldn’t manage to keep hold of the sword from the impact. It flew to the side and now he was on the defence. He did his best parrying the sword away and dodging the shield but if it carried on he would be dead soon. The dremora pretended he was going to do a powerful downward swing, but instead kicked Fendryn preparing for the sword attack, knocking him to one knee. The dremora now came down with an attack but Fendryn jumped out the way. The dremora had finally let down his guard and Fendryn stabbed it through the calf. The thing let out a low pitch growl as Fendryn pulled out the sword again. Fendryn hoped the beast would go down to one knee so he could finish the job but the thing carried on standing. So Fendryn sprinted off to get his other sword.