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"Ahh, Windhelm.. funny.. isn't it? being here.. even though you're not."
"Tell me.. why did you do it?"
"Leaving like that.. is that really what you are?"
"A coward?"
"A traitor?"
"I don't think this is what Trius would've wanted.."
"Actually.."
"I think you know to yourself the answer to that.."
"I guess you're really just a spineless mer behind a mask."
"If I knew you'd end up like this.. I wouldn't have let you join them.."
"..you're a disgrace."
"wake up.."
"Wake up"
"WAKE UP"

"WAKE UP DAMN YOU!" Shouted the Imperial as he shook the slumbering mer into consciousness. "W-what the.. what's happening?" Trius replied while balancing himself off from the crates he haphazardly slept on the previous night. Even as the mer's body was covered with plates of bonemold, the Imperial caught the strong scent of alcohol coming from the mer. "You drunken mess.. get up! the Kamals are attacking!" The Imperial said while assisting the mer to his feet. Instinctively, Trius patted his gear to see if everything is still in place. Upon reaching for the sword sack he bought for his mentor's sword, he remembers as to why he spent 50 gold coins on mead last night.

"...Damn it."

"Look out!" shouted by one of the guards upon seeing several spikes of ice heading for Trius and the Imperial. The two ducks for cover near one of the barriers close to the Fire Salt barrels, though the barrel itself still remained far from their reach. The barrier they took cover from was separated into three sections, but each portion provided enough cover for one. The spikes of ice rained on their position, almost penetrating the the entirety of the cover. With each spike shattering upon collision, the ringing sound of breaking ice echoed in their ears, giving both refugees from the projectiles a stressful time communicating with each other.

"Hnnhhg... how long was I out?" Trius inquired.

"Long enough for those damn Kamals to set up shop and send those guys in the front." The Imperial points to the hulking Kamals donning large shields in the frontline.

"When did they have those guys in their side?! Bah, forget it, so what's your plan?" 

"Do I look like I have a plan? If I did, I wouldn't have woken some alcoholic mer just to exchange words."

While chuckling to their conversation, Trius began examining the surroundings to formulate a plan of action. Looking at the Kamal's positions from his point of view, the left flank appeared to be less guarded from the right where the officer looking Kamal stood. Noticing the shadows casted from above, he concludes that there's someone above them, though he feared that whatever gear those above them had might have little effect on the enemies in front of him. In a moment of brief clarity, a plan comes into the light. Although he had admitted to himself that the mead last night wasn't doing him any favors right now while he's thinking, it does deaden his sense of fear and gives him a little boost of courage for what he just came up with. 

"Hey Imperial, I got something.. but first, what do I call you?"

"Maurius, what's yours?"

"Trius, now, do you think you can give me a distraction?"

"Depends, what do you have in mind?"

"See that N'wah on the far left? Distract that guy for me and I'll provide your guys a clear shot at the mages."

"I can do that.. but what are you going to do?"

Trius comes out of his cover for a few seconds to cast a fireball aimed towards the Kamal's shield. "Just trust me, now go!" Maurius runs away from Trius' position and moves past the Fire Salt barrel and takes cover from the farthest barrier on the left. Upon seeing his newly-met friend arrive safely on the other side, Trius began casting a spell that sent his left hand glowing with an ominous purple tint. The glowing purple orb launches itself away from Trius' hand and onto the cold stone floor where its glow began expanding to the size of a man. Before the people beside Trius managed to take a look, the orb erupted into a flash of purple light, leaving only the sight of a hunched humanoid with ebony colored skin on it's wake.

"Master R'is.. how may I serve you?.." The Dremora uttered to Trius in a distorted tone. Hearing the words from a Dremora might horrify an individual untrained with summoning Daedra, but not Trius, hearing those words comforted him.

"Hush, I need you to attack that Kamal for me when I give you the signal. Draw its attention towards the right side, but don't attempt to kill it, it's no match for you alone."

"Your will, I will obey."

"Good." The master replied

Trius turns to Maurius and nods towards him, giving him the signal to distract the enemy. To his surprise, Maurius didn't take out a bow just like what Trius believed he'd do. Instead, Marius casted a spell which immediately sent a large ball of fire towards the right temple of the Kamal vanguard. The towering monstrosity turned towards Maurius, giving Trius the opening he had in mind for his plan.

"Now!" he shouted to his summon, sending the Dremora dashing towards the Kamal's open flank with its Daedric greatsword. The Dremora hacks its sword onto the flesh of the Kamal's left arm, almost cutting off the hand which held the Kamal's offensive weapon. As his summon does this, Trius runs to the Fire Salt barrel and grabs two jars filled with the salt with both hands and charges towards the now distracted Kamal.

Everything now was going according to his plan. Maurius distracting the Kamal to make an opening for Trius' summon, while Trius himself attacks with the Fire Salts to finish off the Kamal. But just as Trius threw the first jar towards his target and coating it completely with Fire Salt, a sight he wish he didn't see presented right before his eyes.

The Kamal was relentlessly stomping on the Dremora that slipped on ice just a few moments after Trius' arrival. The Dremora's armor stood no chance to the brutal force of the Snow Demon that the only thing left after the Dremora vanished was a crater where the body of the summon was once were.

"...Fuck." That was the only thing that came out of Trius' mouth while he watched the Kamal's head turn to face him. 

The Kamal raised its weapon high above its head, ready to strike down the Dunmer clad in Bonemold armor. At the same moment Trius accepted his apparent fate, a ball of fire collides with the Kamal's arm which blows off the hand and weapon of the Snow Demon.

"GET OUT OF THERE, NOW!" An Imperial sounding voice shouted to him.

That exact moment his life was spared would've been the perfect time for Trius to escape and re-think another plan, but not today. Perhaps it's the alcohol still clouding his mind, or it's the adrenaline rush making him act rashly, but nonetheless, he does the complete opposite of retreating and charges towards the Kamal that is still retching in pain.

Positioning himself behind the Kamal's back, he summons a bound sword and plunges it deep into the Kamal's exposed skin. Though in pain, the Kamal manages to swing back the massive shield it had, forcing Trius to slide between the Kamal's legs, which were spread widely at the time, to avoid being hit. With another opening in front of him, Trius summons another sword and impales it right at the gap of the Kamal's armor and into it's stomach. The previous action sends the Kamal into a frenzy which drove it to let go of it's shield and upper-cut Trius with its closed fist. The Kamal's fist struck at the Dunmer's armor, tossing Trius harshly against the floor. 

Feeling broken within the armor, Trius grew desperate himself and tossed the other jar of Fire Salt towards the Kamal's face. With his other hand free, Trius follows up with a fireball that connects with the jar, creating a huge explosion that blows off the Kamal's face and setting Fire Salt that was thrown earlier into flames. Trius himself gets caught up with the blast and was thrown towards one of the barriers before passing out.

Now with a breach on the enemy ranks, it's up for the rest of the men to finish the Kamals off.
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