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"Keshik!" Cried Daithi. A battalion of mounted archers formed up behind him and Makoru.

"Charge!  Let us rid the world of Mannimarico's evil once and for all." They broke off in a slow trot down hill at first, before speeding up into a deadly gallop. The necromancer flank had grown weak at the base of the hill. They knew that when the Bosmer archers held it, their would have been no taking it. Little did they know, multiple archers had formed up onto fast, unarmored horses.

"Cover the rear flank!  Hold the line!" Cried an Anchorite, trying to turn his army around. They had been too focused on the city. They had let themselves get boxed in.

As the Bosmer thundered down the hill a commander in the back of the battalion screamed, "Volley!"

Dozens of arrows flew forward at the undead line, cleary a very safe path for the approaching Bosmer hoard. Daithi, Makoru, and company surged forward, cutting a swath towards Mannimarico.

(And now I must go.  I will be gone until tomorrow afternoon.  It's off to Germany for me!  Abschied!)