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the ast batch of mages, including commander Asseri were now surrounded entirely on the square itself at the foot of the Statue of Arkey.

"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"

The Imperials and mages both stopped shooting eachother.

An awkward silence followed. When the legate of the imperials slowly arrived in his motorcar.

Asseri looked at him with disgust.

As the rather fat legate walked out of the vehicle it bounced up and down after he got off.

"Well... Asseri." He know his name

"What did you think you were doing here?"

"Following Orders" he joked

"Well. I have mine." the Legate retorted and turned his back on him ready to walk back to his car.

"Do you think it will end here?!" Asseri snapped

The lagate stopped and turned around. listening to whatever nonsense would come out of the old battlemage.

"I once server proudly under the Imperial banner. But those were different times. Times when they had respect for Tamriel. Now you're nothing but puppets for the Black-Brairs and Mottiere's of this world. An army no longer protecting the people, but the riches of a few"

"Done?" The legate asked

"It will never be done... Not untill this wretched sickness that you call a revolution is perched from this land!"

The legate nodded at his men

"Shoot them..."

"LONG LI-"

"His voice was silenced by gunshots. The last gunshots heared in Cheydinhal's battle."