[center][h2]The Hunter Strikes[/h2][/center]

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Daixanos had not gone as far ahead as Sadri and Narzul. More at the behest of the party rather than his own wishes. Despite his loner tendencies, he was still apart of a coherent team and planned to keep it that way, so he merely walked at fore as the vanguard rather than as the scout. Though he regretted not insisting on it earlier, after hearing the telltale crack of the bridge ahead of them and ducking down as he saw the relatively large group of Amigers coalescing around the toppled structure. 

Daixanos strung his bow, placing the tail end of it on the ground and pulling the top part downward with one arm, his cable-like muscles prominent and bulging as he did so with relative calm and ease. His other claw drew the bowstring up and strung it, before placing an arrow from his quiver onto the string and at the ready. Dumhuvud had gathered the group together and gave a quick thinking plan that they would be fools not to take. 

At the sound of the charge, Daixanos headed out of cover with his bow drawn and arrow nocked. However, he was a fraction too slow. For his teammates rushed past him, blocking his bow shot and causing him to curse. He wasn't about to loose into them, and after two more attempts at aiming, only to deem it too risky, he placed the bow on his back and unfastened his Battle Axe. 

"For the Hist!" He cried, usually not so gung-ho about battle-cries other than bestial hisses and roars, but recent stresses having caused him to revel a bit more in martial pride and bloodshed (which was saying something for the combat-oriented Argonian), particularly against Dunmer and followers of the Akavari invaders. He held his heavy weapon at the ready, running and nearly catching up with his fellows.

His powerful legs pumping, Dax reached a climax of a rise in the ground and leaped far higher than most would have thought possible from such a heavily armed and stocky warrior. Daixanos cleared his own lines with his leap, landing amid the Amiger throng. Before he could be overwhelmed, he swiped his tail, knocking two away in a small stumble and blocked a sword chop with the haft of his axe. 

Daixanos shoved his opponent backward, a surly Dunmer with a flamboyant vest and a quick swiping Scimitar, instinctually hacking back, barely missing Dax's head. The Dunmer stabbed and thrust his sword like a duelist, adding twisting cuts in an attempt to confuse his opponent. Dax knocked aside three of the Scimitar's whirrling slashes, and chopped at the Dunmer. The Axe blade was caught on the Dunmer's defense, but with a powerful yank of the haft, the blade sliced downward across the Dunmer's collarbone with a pull-cut. 

The Dunmer cried out, and Dax found an opening. He shoved the off-balance Dunmer once more, and when the Dark Elf was further away, Dax redirected his Axe in a wide sweep, taking his opponent in the neck, fully beheading the Amiger in a fountain of blood. Its disembodied head fell limp onto the ground, its body swaying only a moment before topping as well. The Argonian turned around, eager to find more prey.