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The Xivilai managed to slap the spikes aside with his sword.

At first, when Ravos cast fire storm, the Daedra laughed, "Is that the best you can do?" However the spell kicked up fast and it stopped laughing quickly. It moved forward to charged, but was swallowed up by the flames, along with Zaroff's arrows.

"Get back." Emrey extended his arm out and pushed himself and Ravos backwards from the firestorm, which was getting dangerously big.

"Damn, Ravos.  Nice." Said Emrey abmirably. Then the fire started to part.

"Oh, Shor, no..."

The Dremora plunged from the fire storm, parts of it on fire. Ravos had made a miscalculation. Dremora orginated in a world of fire, the Deadlands. Not only were they practically imprevious to it, it gave them strength.

The Xivilai roared visciously and charged Emrey, who held his sword ready. The Xivilai easily knocked it from his hands, and grasped Emrey around the throat with the other. He lifting the Nord off the ground, choking him. Emrey weezed and gasped, grabbing at the Xivilai's arm.

"Foolish mortal." Muttered the beast as it turned it's attention to Ravos.