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"Ready to fight? Do I honestly have a choice?" Kinas said, pulling out another vial of dremora blood and drinking it. "Besides, I wish to join my friend, Orgim, in the fight. It would be a disgrace to lay here while the others fight." As he tried to sit up, he passed out.



"Haha! Thats the spirit! Now then, lets go end their time on this plane of existence!". Orgim charged directly into a group of dremora, hitting the shield of one, sending it flying into five others. When a group of Caitiffs surrounded him, he rushed forward and grabbed one by its neck and threw it into one that was charging at Orgim from behind. Orgim rammed his sword through the armor of another, and swung areound, hitting the others. Then he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, and as he looked back he got hit by another arrow in his knee. "Damn creatures...Drac'rad! I could use a little help here, archers caught me off guard, and now they have their sights set on me!". Orgim barely had enough time to raise his shield before ten arrows were embedded in it.

He jolted straight up."W-what!? Did you just say Valkynaz? Oh no...not good...not good...". Kinas jumped up and ran toward the battle, easily noticing the Valkynaz. "Great...just great....", he muttered to himself.





Orgim was actually afraid. A Valkynaz Mage? Orgim knew that even he would be no match alone for the Valkynaz. He quickly ran over to Drac'rad, his knee bleeding the entire time. "Drac'rad...How are we supposed to beat that thing?".

Kinas found Orgim, noticing the blood leaking from his armor. "Orgim, A dremora actually wounded you?". Kinas placed his gloved hand on Orgim's knee, using the bit of Restoration magic he knew, and closed the wound.

"Ah, thank you my friend. I hope you are ready, we have a bit of a problem." Orgim said, rubbing his knee. "I have no choice, I wish to live, you know." Kinas said. He put his finger on the jewel of the ring on his right hand, and muttered a few words. After he finished the small incantation, Elven armor appeared over his robes, glowing with a bright silver sheen. "So then, Drac'rad, how are we supposed to take this thing down?" kinas asked, drawing the newly summoned Elven Long Sword.

Lucifer was deep in the army of Dremora, and it was a slaughter. He threw fireballs, lightning, and shards of ice at the Dremora around him, and he cut threw the rest. He kept progressing at unbelievable speed further and further until he got behind the entire Dremora army. Lucifer turned just in time to block a hit from a Churl, and Lucifer shoved his sword through Churl's throat. He pulled his sword out, and threw an enormous ball of fire mixed with lightning into the army, sending a wave of fire and lightning that scorched and electrocuted all in it's path. Lucifer then ran through how he came, seeing how his path through the army was still intact. He occasionally threw a fireball, lightning, or ice to keep a Dremora away from him, but for the most part just ran back to the front of the army, where he saw a small force of people still fighting. Lucifer turned around and anchored his feet, and began killing more Dremora.

((No worries, Max.))

Norid's disembodied voice was the firs to respond to Kinas' question. He had cast a powerful chameleon spell over himself to flee from the Valkynaz, and was now standing nearby.

"It's a Valkynaz, Kinas. It's not going to be as easy as a plan. Thankfully, Dagon doesn't have enough of them to send more than with this army. We must eliminate the Churls and Caitiffs, whittle their numbers until there are few left. Then we can strike the Valkynaz. Why don't you have your bow, Drac'rad?"

Drac'rad answered bitterly, "The enchantment was broken. They must have cracked the glass in the helmet somewhere."

"And? Drac'rad, you didn't even get that Helmet until after your final journey with the Nerevarine! You've become too dependent on it!"

Drac'rad couldn't see where Norid was, so his voice was slightly louder than normal when he responded, "It wouldn't matter. Without that enchantment, I'm short-sighted. I'd have to take the helmet off, and that's not going to happen."

A bolt of lightning streaked out from Norid's hand, revealing his location even though he was cloaked. It hit Drac'rad in the back of the head, shattering his glass helmet to pieces, but leaving Drac'rad unharmed. Before the dust and debris cleared, however, a green light burst from Norid's hands again, and Drac'rad became translucent.

"That illusion spell will last several minutes! Now kill the damn Valkynaz!"

Drac'rad turned around and glared furiously at where he knew Norid was. If anyone who knew anything about Tamriellic History caught a glimpse of his face before he found another helmet, he'd have to explain his situation to the entire Camp. But at the same time, he saw Norid's logic; if anyone who was capable refused to fight their best, there wouldn't be a Camp after a few more minutes.

Drac'rad rushed back to get his bow and quiver, but he was stopped in his tracks when he saw Grejori, attempting to summon another Lich, struck by a fireball cast from the Valkynaz's hands. The Khajiit burst into flames and fell backward violently, unmoving. Drac'rad knew it before even Norid managed to see it. Grejori had been killed.

He rushed more quickly to get his weapons, intent of making sure no one else fell to the wrath of the powerful Dremora.



The Dremora deflected Nariel's attacks first, forcing the knives away from him by striking them with a weak lightning spell, which jumped to Nariel, an unavoidable spell that was bound to hit her. Nevertheless, he launched a powerful Disintegrate Weapon spell at her to make sure that she ceased to be a threat.

He then turned to see Mannfred charging at him with a swinging rapier, and let out a light chuckle, clearly not considering the Vampire to be a threat. The reason for that light attitude became clear when an amulet hanging around the Dremora's neck flashed, letting out a powerful burst of sunlight while the Dremora launched a stream of ice at Mannfred to finish him off.

"Where are the Divines?" The Dremora Valkynaz called out in a deep, cracked voice, "Where are the Daedra Lords? I'll face them all! I'll destroy all of you!"



All three Divines and all three Daedra Lords heard the challenge as though it had been yelled in their ears. Talos' hand flinched toward the claymore sheathed across his back, but he seemed to resist the impulse to join the fight. Boethia, however, seemed to lack that self control, and in a flash, a double-bladed Daedric axe was in his hands.

Azura attempted to stop him, "This is their fight, you know that. We can not join in!"

Boethia snarled out his response, "Then what did we come here for? To cheer them on while they die? All of you can stand back and watch this atrocity to occur, but Dagon went too far in this conquest. There is too much at stake for me to remain neutral!"

"Too much at stake?" Mephala laughed, "You mean Norid? Afraid of losing your most devout worshiper?"

"You can say that, Mephala," Boethia spat, "Yours was just killed by the Valkynaz. And Azura's precious apprentice will likely follow soon," Azura opened her mouth to speak, but Boethia cut her off, "I am going to fight. Stay here if you wish, but I will not."

Four of the remaining Deities seemed dumbstruck by Boethia's display, but one, Talos, seemed to smile as he followed Boethia toward the battlefield, drawing his shimmering adamantium claymore as he ran.

Kinas quickly casted a detect life spell on him and Orgim. "Orgim, looks like we are fighting again, alongside each other. Reminds me of when we had to escape that Ayleid ruin so long ago.". "Ah, yes, I remember that. Vampires and dead Ayleids everywhere. I believe you still owe me a thousand septims from our bet there." Orgim said and slightly laughed, "But for now, we need to kill these bastards!" Orgim charged a group of churls, killing two instantly and sending the rest fleeing in terror. "Heh, just like the Orgim I used to know. I guess I better make sure he doesnt get himself killed." Kinas followed Orgim, throwing fireballs into groups of dremora, frying them nearly instantly.

Lucifer killed Churl after Churl, Caitiff after Caitiff, and grew tired of just slashing and smashing at them. He cast a powerful fireball at a nearby Caitiff and a wave of fire melted the Dremora's armor to them, searing their flesh. Lucifer ran a distance away and drank a restore magicka potion. He pulled out an extra bottle of restore magicka and casted more and more of powerful spells that each sent waves of destruction through the the army of Dremora, killing any they came into contact.

((I would have gotten struck by the Dagger, Hikaru, but I don't know what enchantment it has on it, so I couldn't describe it...))

Boethia and Talos both charged into the fray at nearly the same time, and the sheer force of their initial attack seemed to ripple throughout the entire army, of which there were only about one hundred fifty Dremora remaining, most of them Caitiffs now that the weaker Churls had been eliminated. Boethia's axe seemed to tear gaps in the front lines while Talos' claymore did almost as well. Any archers who turned their bows on them were swiftly met with a quick demise from Norid's spells, making them practically invulnerable.

It became clear almost immediately that no Dremora Caitiff was going to be able to equal either of the incredible fighters in melee combat, so they quickly resorted to a more cowardly tactic, leading the two in the direction of their Valkynaz leader.



Drac'rad felt strange without the glass helmet covering his face, and it was only nervousness that kept him from hitting his marks. He kept wondering what would happen if the illusion wore off before the battle was done; what the soldiers would think of him, only to have their hopes shattered when they were told differently.

His arrows continued to miss, and the spells he placed on his arrows seemed weaker as he tripped over the incantations. Rather than kill their marks, they merely stunned them momentarily. He knew that Norid was probably right, and that the illusion spell would last as long as necessary, but the same though echoed throughout his mind as he continued to aim his shots badly:

What if it didn't?



The Valkynaz was dealing with several fights at once, now. Though he had apparently stopped Mannfred temporarily with the amulet, he failed to fully block Nariel's attacks, since he had expected her to already be dead or unconscious. Though he managed to jump out of range of the Elven Dagger, Nariel's kunai scratched his shoulder. It was a minor wound, however, and it did little more than anger the Valkynaz as he cast a spell that he was sure Nariel wouldn't survive. It took him only one second to cast it, which was easily enough time to begin fleeing. However, he doubted Nariel would do something like that.

He aimed the fire spell at his feet, knowing that the effect it would have would be devastating to everything around him. The explosion caused a minor tremor in the area as the flames expanded outward in every direction for ten feet. The heat scorched the ground, and even incinerated several nearby Churls.

The real problem, however, came when the spell reached the Valkynaz. It should have killed him. By all means, the power of that fireball could have destroyed a small building. But the Reflection spell that he had covering him deflected it, causing an unexpected shockwave that jumped from the initial blast radius for almost ten feet before it vanished.

Normally, he would have turned away to face another threat, but after Nariel had survived one of his attacks, he was taking no chances, and he stared through the smoke in the direction she had been.