Although quite sure that she would beat Rawlith to the top of the hill, Rozalia's steps slowed to a stop until she was but a few yards from Niko and their Dunmer newcomer - Niko had turned around and paused in turn as he saw the furrowed brow on Roze's face. She was scanning the surrounding areas, eyes darting to the sky as she turned around uncertainly. Niko froze, his eyes turning to the heavens, wondering what had caught the young Breton girl's attention. But the skies remained grey and cloudy - no death from above as he was all of a sudden expecting. And yet, he felt the same unease that was showing on Rozalia's face. 
"There's no noise." He finally whispered as he realized. The animals had stopped. Any birds in the area had all but disappeared; the buzzing of various insects muted, and any vulpine or rodent life had hidden away in the bushes and trees. And as Rawlith came to a halt beside Rozalia, the four stood in silence as the world seemed to stop around them.

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Leo had wandered away from the camp, bored of the sparring noises and tedious conversation of building fires and whatnot. Although not bothering to go into the village, he had walked along the outskirts of the camp, eating a ripe green apple, and wondering vaguely how long Niko would be. His cousin seemed to know what he was doing in charge, which was a relief.
"Hopefully it'll be enough to do better than poor ol' Alyx." Leo muttered to himself with a cynical smile. There were plenty of stories circulating about the brave and tragic Dragonborn. Some said he was an old, seasoned war criminal, ready to end it all and take his chances in Sovngarde; others said he had been nothing but a dumb and drunk man, barely out of boyhood when he decided to take on a fight with his bare fists and his shouts against a dragon. In reality, Alyx had been nothing more than a farmhand, having been at the wrong place and the wrong time when Alduin descended on Helgen. He had probably died fighting a dragon because he had no concept of fighting off nothing larger than a bear - he had no friends to rally to his cause, no decent equipment, and no experience. Judging by the look of their group, they had all three of those things covered.
"Ah, who am I kidding. We're going to sail through this dragon slaying thing." Leo chuckled to himself, throwing the apple core into the distance. "Alduin will be dead before you can say-"

"DRAGON! ALDUIN IS HERE!"

Leo jumped as his cousin's voice echoed from the hilltop, accompanied by the beating of wings in the cold, cloudy air. Almost instantly freezing to the spot, he watched on in awe and terror as a blackness descended from the clouds, heading directly towards the burial mound. In a fleeting moment, Leo felt lost and as a child again - he had left everything back at camp, and he was without his cousin or arms.
However, this fear swiftly passed, and the crazed genius mindset took place in his mind once more. A wicked grin splitting his face, he sprinted back to the camp - the rest were already scrambling to their feet, some still frozen in terror as Alduin himself flew over the camp, and hovered at the mound.
Gathering his weapons, Leo's dark eyes glinted with wonder as he approached the hill.
[i]"Leonidas; let's go kill ourselves a dovah."[/i] He thought, breaking into a run to join his cousin.