The exploding pipe had all but sealed the deal that the towering Centurion, who had elected to crush one of the Ashlanders before attempting to reach Roze, had elected to decide the Khajiit with the staff was not a sufficient threat as others in its immediate vicinity. Watching it get tangled up on pipework before having burning steam envelop its Mer-like visage made it almost seem pathetic. Do'Karth groped his amulet of S'rendarr, feeling that the divine cat that embodied compassion and mercy had taken Do'Karth's devout following to heart and was keeping him safe. The past few weeks had been a series of near misses that could have resulted in severe wounds or outright demise, and yet things seemed to pass by him, like water parting around a rock in a stream. 

"Not Do'Karth's time." he observed, watching the Dwemer construct thrash uselessly against the super-heated steam that, ironically, only existed because of the creations of the Centurion's masters. The Dwemer, from beyond the grave, gave intruders the tools to disable the very thing they left in charge of protecting their secrets. It was no wonder they disappeared from the world; they probably died of collective embarrassment. 


Movement caught Do'Karth's keen eyes, and while he could not see his comrade through the sauna-like room, he certainly could see a pair of the Dunmer trying to escape by prying open a door. After letting one slip away in the first place, Do'Karth was determined to put a stop to yet another failure on his own part. He approached the duo, staff resting across his shoulders, his hands clutching the staff tightly, giving him the appearance of someone who was at once relaxed, yet ready to spring like one of the many traps that lurked in the Dwemer ruins. The Khajiit cleared his throat loudly, getting both of the Dunmer's attention.

"This one suggests you cease with the escape plan and come quietly. A number of your allies have already fallen to Khajiit and his friends, and now nothing stands between him and yourselves. This one had attempted to reach an understanding with a few of them, and they had tried his patience by loosing projectiles at him. This one remains unscathed, and they remain corpses. Which would you prefer? Fair treatment, or to find out which of your Gods likes you enough to take your soul?" Do'Karth asked, giving both Dunmer the same dangerous glare other races sometimes referred to as the "eye of fear", given that Khajiit still resembled a number of predatory feral cats cats that were usually alpha predators in their regions. There was an instinctual fear of the Beastmen, one Do'Karth hoped would give him an advantage. He was feeling sore and tired, his leg was throbbing in acute pain, but there was still a job to do. He just hoped to finish it without further bloodshed.