The edge of Marcel's sword was stained with blood, but unfortunately for him, his one strike wasn't enough. For a man of his manners, having the fight go on longer wasn't exactly preferable, but then again, neither was the situation. He lifted his sword against the Bosmer once more, but the fellow had managed to turn his attention back to Marcel, right after adding more to the deadly colors that flew around the cave and glimmered off the walls like a dangerous aurora. Before his sword could cleave open the crazed mage's head, a blast of magical fire from the mer's palm sent him off his feet, falling to the ground. He could feel flame creeping up his clothes, licking at his flesh, and thus, having already stopped and dropped, rolled around on the ground and muffled the flames. He hissed under his breath afterwards, feeling the remnants of pain from the magic now that he had come to a stop.

As he picked himself up from the ground, Marcel saw the mage literally burn away the wound he had inflicted, and blinked in disbelief. That was certainly the first time he had seen anything like that. He tried to lower himself to pick his sword back up, but when the mage began fanning out flames from his body like a furnace, he found himself staggering in the heat, and immediately threw himself away from the man. He wasn't going to be able to get anywhere near the man - even with his dampening abilities, the heat was too much. He lunged to the side of the cave room, grabbing a pickaxe that had been laying on one of the barrels of pitch, and with the momentum of the movement, swung it straight in Gwinnir's direction, releasing the handle when the middle of the head pointed at the blazing Mer.

''Altmer! Shock him!'' Marcel shouted as the pickaxe flew in the mage's direction, and proceeding his cry, he jumped out of place, maneuvering to confuse his opponent's sense of direction. He could only hope that the Mer would agree to his words, instead of shocking him. It would be a rather annoying disturbance.