"Are you having trouble, Syon?" The voice was soft, from immediately behind the hooded, masked mage. It was Narcissis, the Atronauch was drifting behind a bend in the tower, a charged fireball rotating in her hand. "I thought someone was down here... that's why I stuck around. Guess I was right."
The Atronauch slipped around the corner, and threw the fireball like a toy. It shot forward and slammed into the other Atronauch, with a crack. "Allow me to take care of my double... she will fade with time, I will not. Take care of her summoner." With that, the atronauch rushed forward, a flaming wall in her wake. The demonesses locked into a grappling match, pushing and shoving, sharp claws leaving dents in decorative armor. they'd separate only long enough to throw two or three fireballs at eachother, before closing ground and grappling again. ((Sometimes I loved it when my atronauchs would hang out outside of towers... It was nice... until I ran into mages INSIDE of towers))
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Nagem grimaced visibly as Tha'zash came back down the stairs, followed by a resounding crash from just a few stairs up... the sound of a fireball connecting with stone. "Lovely, and he's on guard..." She bit her lip, fangs glinting faintly in the light as she looked around, 'Hmmmm..." She ran down the stairs, into the main room and ducked down, out of sight.
That was when Selenzr made his move. The Ice runes were a good idea, except against a mage, they were practically useless. With his ward up, the Thalmor didn't take any sort of damage, not to mention the repercussions the damn things would have on everyone else in the room. She herself was useless at wards, she could heal, oh yes, but she couldn't defend. So as the chilled wind raked through the room, she shivered, once more glad that she was undead, or the frost would hurt her much more than simply frosting her skin and making her sparkle in the candle-light. She slipped from cover, creeping excruciatingly slowly toward the mage, her footsteps silent on the floor, until her foot caught on something...
A guard's body, the armor rattled loudly, and she pounced as the mage attempted to turn around, a fireball charged and ready in hand. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him backwards, sinking her fangs into his neck while both hands glowed, wounds opening up across his body and blood draining from them to gather in her palms and soak in as if she were draining the life from his body... She was.
She released the mage, letting him fall to the ground, and clutch at his bleeding wounds, gasping for breath and floundering in a puddle of his own blood. She licked her lips slightly, before turning away from him, someone else would finish the job, she was sure... "Are you okay, Necromage?"
