Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-5543592-20141026043645

"You don't need to tell me twice."

Valuril's forces were routed. Altmer were coming at them from both sides and they were getting slaughtered by the minute. No other ballistae had fired yet. Whether they had made it to their positions, was unknown to Malachi. Then, out of the blue, as if some sort of avenging angel, Daithi flew towards the army, landing on top a soldier with a thud. He then jumped into action, flipping, dodging, counter, and dealing his own attacks. Daithi was an absolute demon, as if every fight in his life had lead up to this moment.

"Thank Y'ffre for him." But then Malachi realized something. With Daithi in the line of fire, he couldn't shoot. Valuril and the other Bosmer knew what danger they would be facing, and admitted to being expendable, but Daithi was not. He had no idea what was coming and was pivotal to the rebellion.

"Damnit." Malachi would have to wait for either Daithi to clear the firing zone, somehow managed ot defeat the army, or, for something worse to occur. He drew his bow and went downstairs to assit the mercenaries. He fired shots off at the approaching shield wall, aiming for their heads, hoping to force them to retreat.

The elves Dralnach had knocked down got back to the feet, and were now casting wards over their shields for extra protection.