Tsleeixth was doing a final inspection of his equipment before he began putting it on. He smiled with satisfaction when everything seemed to be in order and was preparing to put on the chestpiece of his armor when he heard someone address him by name. He turned around and saw the scout he had stopped before to ask about Maduras poking his head into his tent "Yes, what's the matter?" He asked the man, rather perplexed why he would be talking to him instead of trying to get some well deserved rest. He knew that the scouts would be exempt from the upcoming attack on the redoubt but it was still weird for one of them, even if they had to return earlier due to Maduras injuring his leg, to be bothering him, specially if they knew that Tsleeixth himself would have to leave shortly for the battle and as such needed to start getting ready.

"It's rather urgent I know you have to get ready for the attack on the redoubt but this is rather serious" Said the man, frowning slightly and looking like he was trying to decide on the best way to phrase something unpleasant he had to say. The argonian raised an eyebrow but nonetheless followed the man to a little area of the camp that seemed to be empty or, at the very least, away from prying ears, which only raised the confusion Tsleeixth was feeling and made him feel slightly nervous "So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" He asked to the scout, crossing his arms.

"Well, you see, as we were returning with Maduras we catch you outside...you know...coughing blood" Explained the man, letting out a soft sigh "Look, I have seen other people with Bloodlung and yours isn't...well, it isn't very good but I am sure it's still easily curable. Look, I haven't told Ashav but not idea if Maduras or the other guy have told him so if I were you, I'd tell him right now or after the battle I am sure he'll understand" Said the scout with a smile, obviously trying to reassure him, before he left after giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Once the man was far away Tsleeixth cursed loudly, kicking a pebble that was nearby him, at having been discovered "Damn my luck, guess I'll have to talk to Ashav after the attack on the redoubt, if either of us makes it out alive that is" He grumbled, letting out a soft sigh as acceptance settled in and returned to his tent to put on his armor. 

He was ready a short while after and went to join the group pushing the ram. He saw Sagax among the group but was still feeling upset and so he kept his distance from the group, the presence of Dumhuvud doing nothing to ease the argonian's foul mood. Once the order to move was given he picked up a few ladders, realizing that he wasn't strong enough to help push the ram in any meaningful way. 


He was caught by surprise when someone shouted they heard movement from bot the right and left side once they had reached the creek and cursed loudly when he saw arrows and spells flying at them. He tried to shoot a few spells back and thought to summon an atronach to divert some attention from the ramp but he was brought out of his musings when he heard someone being thrown to the water. He at first thought someone of the group had been killed but instead felt anger swell within him when he realized that it had been Dumhuvud pushing someone into the stream. To his horror he soon saw the man being hit by a fire spell, the smell of cooking flesh hitting his nostrils and he began sweating as he started having flashbacks to his time in Winterhold and of himself at a younger age as he was attacked by an out of control flame atronach and how he rolled in pain on the ground trying to extinguish the magical flames. 

He forced himself out of his stupor and continued moving, briefly noticing that Sagax seemed to be trying to carry a man who was clearly dying. The part of his mind that still clung to reason told him to shout to the young imperial, but the memories that had returned from the depths of memory to the fore by the sight of the burning man -and Dumhuvud's shouting didn't help in the least- turned his mind solely to the task of keeping himself alive. 

He followed the group mindlessly until he noticed they had stopped, getting out of his stupor slightly when he saw Dumhuvud getting into an argument with an orc, the leader of the group that had been in front of the ram if he remembered correctly, and noticed Sagax on the ground. He approached the man and shook him quickly to get him to move "On your feet Sagax" He told the young imperial before he went to the center of the group, where Cat-Kicker was discussing with the orc. He was about to punch Dumhuvud, blaming him for throwing that man to the creek and leading to his death, when he noticed the magelight and Sadann trying to direct the group's attention to it "He's right, we can argue and fight back at camp, right now we've got a job to do" Said Tsleeixth, lending his voice in support of that of the redguard, for whatever good it did.