Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5262726-20140807182000/@comment-5262726-20140927222540

All at once, the Alliance rushes the Isles, who were obviously prepared. Lines of Dominion soldiers are along the shores, shooting from ballistas at the wooden ships with flaming bolts.

As you reach the shore, you see in front of you at least 40 Thalmor, each wanting the honor of removing your head. As one of the closer ones gets ready to swing, your arms uncontrollably grab his neck and snap it.

Pretty sure that was the Daedra.