Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140707093719

Sorin turned to the sound of his voice being called, realizing that the Khajit assassin he saw days ago was getting bogged down. He grabbed Alyssa's wrist, before breaking into a run, making sure they got through the thick cloud of reachmen. He and Alyssa moved into position, making sure they could cover the Khajit's back. Shouting an order to the centurions under his command, he told everyone to fall into a defensive perimeter, focusing on spear and shield combat.

The men under his command slowly retreated to the gate. The battle was not going well. Sorin Steelfang estimated the Khajit had killed about 300 fosworn, he himself having taken nearly 400. He was getting tired.

- Alyssa closed her eyes, waiting for her inner flames to flow. The power came to her fingertips as flames enveloped her entire body. These reachmen were going to pay dearly. As her body gave off extreme heat, she moved into the reachmen, everyone coming close to her turning to ash, as she incinerated anyone beyond the range of her terrible aura.