"Si Si old girl," Dacian chided, hefting his slim Breton frame up onto his old friend's saddle and stroked her neck, "it's time for s'more bloodshed...you don't mind, don't you?"
The horse whinnied, and snorted out hot air.
"That's what I like to hear." A grin spread across his face as he tugged his hood over his head. His eyes shut, the veins around his eyes and in his throat growing in prominence, before they opened again to a vampiric orange. Taking the reins of his horse in his left hand and snatching up his ancestral blade in the right, he kicked her sides and leaned forward.
Si Si shook her head with a snort and charged forward - straight toward a clump of Daedra.
Neither gave their Khajiit "companion" much thought as she went by on her one-woman war against the Xivilai. Instead, Dacian directed his attention towards his sword hand, which glowed a heavy purple - the color snaking it's way along the artistic grooves and indents etched into his family blade. He thrust it down, and the energy shot it's way in a spider-web fashion across the various dead that lay the streets. They warily stood, as stock still and attentive as manikins, but a swift point forward sent them surging with whatever they could find - debris, broken weapons.
A few even went so far as to resort to brute force, seven daedra succumbing to the undead swarms.
Dacian merely laughed, Si Si finally breaking through into the rest of the line. Her owner double slashed, taking two more down with cut open heads. They crumbled to the ground, spilling the already-bloodsoaked ground with their ichor.
Si Si reared herself up and trampled three more beneath her hooves - her owner deftly sliding off with ease. He hit the ground with a roll as his dear horse whirled and launched her back legs out, catching one of the heavier ones in the chest and embedding him into a wall.
Dacian winced. 'Ouchie.'
His situational awareness slowed to catch up, and he yelped as two Daedric swords slashed where his neck had been.
"How rude!" The Vampire said with indigence, his palm lighting up into a miniature candle - before the area around his was alight with a fire ball.
Si Si looked back over her shoulder and shook her head; Daedra collapsed and howled from her owner's little outburst. Ten at least. Even so, she whinnied again and looked towards the Palace of Kings, and clip-clopped her way over to the exhausted Khajiit that ran towards it.
She looked like she needed a rest.
Back aways, Dacian blew into his hand and shook it.
"That's all your faults, by the way," he spoke with a nose wrinkle, stepping past the charred bodies that were his foes, "now, where was I?"
He took a moment to stroke his chin as his Necromantic servants eagerly tore apart the remaining nine that were Dacian's claim in the whole battle.
He snapped his fingers.
And then all the dead collapsed into a mass pile around him, the purple energy that brought them back fading away.
"Good job, boys and girls. You earned your deaths! Ta ta for now!"
He cackled, boots click-clacking against the blood-strewn cobblestone.
The black-scaled Argonian just couldn't catch a break, could he? First the damn redguard that desired to hound him from Dawnstar all the way to Windhelm, and now his damned second-in-command insisted on showing up at the absolutely worst time.
"You're supposed to be with your family, dammit!" He hissed, the red feathers on the back of his head swaying as he whirled toward her. The Breton smirked impishly and twirled her knives between her fingers.
"Oh, I mean...technically I am." She flicked his snout and stepped past him. "Well. You going to fight this Nord battle with me?"
The Argonian rubbed his nose and snarled, flipping Firebrand and Frostbite between his fingers.
"You and I are going to talk about this later."
He sprinted forward, choosing to block out the laughter that tried to follow. With a guttural roar, the Pirate thrust his blades forward and pushed two Daedra with him. They traveled with for a few feet before Storms leapt, driving his momentum (and them) toward the floor, kicking himself up into a roll and a crouch.
Brunonia's boots ran up his back, and she spring-boarded off her boss with deftness. A ring of five knives sprouted between her fingers as she flew, and she tossed them out. A mere seven made their marks, and the Stormcloaks engaged in battle could only begrudgingly thank the woman for the sudden dropping of their foes. She hit the ground and rolled (much like Storms moments before). She rose, and glanced back with a smirk.
"You're on," Storms mouthed back with a scowl. Without a blink, he lashed out with a swing - a Daedra crumpling to the ground, headless. He stomped forward, interjecting into a Stormcloak v Daedra fight (ignoring the curses all the while) before he kicked a foe into another speared them with a single stab.
"Die, Lizard!" A deep, ragged voice rang from behind him.
'Shit.' Even if he pulled his sword free now, his attacker would be on him. He let go, aiming to swing a fist before his second sword.
Only for his attacker to gurgle as a blade slashed through his back.
"...Not you." Storms groaned, reaching behind and snatching up Firebrand.
Hanir the Redguard smirked as he gripped his own weapon between his hands.
"I told you we would meet again, Storms. This battle isn't something I could bring myself to turn away from. And from the looks of things, you need me - even if you refuse to accept it."
"I can handle myself, thanks!" The Argonian hissed, shoving the Redguard aside, clashing his blades together, then slamming them into the ground. The mix of ice and fire surged forth and engulfed several more Daedra.
"And who is this?" Brunonia spoke as she jogged past the carnage. "You're not replacing me, are you Sek?"
"No," Storms interjected with a point at the Breton, "I'm not. He'd be our cabin boy. And no," he quickly pointed in the direction of Hanir, "Storms. That's it."
The frustrated lizard man grunted and brushed between the two humans, whom merely shared a look and quickly followed.
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