Dralith couldn't contain his chuckle at the reactions of Brogan and Henry. Clearly they were not amused that he'd chosen to stay back and send them into the fray and that was all well and good. For those who saw him in the inn there was no doubt in his swordsmanship and he didn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone at this moment in time. Once through the gate, where his skills would be needed most, he would not hold back. For now the Dunmer was content to let his prodigies handle the light work. 

"Couldn't we have taken a more strategic approach?" asked the Bard.
Dralith shrugged half heartedly. "The Orc jumped to it, not I." No sooner had the words left his mouth that the Bard set down his lute and bade him to guard it before joining the fight.

Karnog bounded for the Dremora, closing the distance with long powerful strides. The Dremora turned to face him and a guttural growl issued forth in challenge to the charging Orsimer. They met with a thunderous clash of axe and claymore. Karnog heaved his axe in a heavy side swipe that would have cleaved the beast to the spine had it's sword not intercepted the blow just in time. He stepped back and brought the axe up for a downward chop, the Dremora readied itself and poised to block. The two weapons met once more and as the clashed, Karnog rushed forward with the butt end of his axe and smashed it into the beasts gut. Stunned, the Dremora staggered back but recovered quickly and struck out at the Orc with a floury of slashes and thrusts. Without expecting such speed with a claymore, Karnog was forced into a defensive posture that had him losing ground. On came the Daedra and the big Orc did well to block and parry the majority of the strikes. Several got through his defense in the form of glancing blows to his arms and one to his side. This did little but to enrage him and Karnog planted his feet, standing his ground. With the hooked part of his axe, he locked the Dremoras blade as it attempted a sideward slash. With the creatures weapon trapped, Karnog stepped into his enemies guard and rammed his fist into its face. The Dremora stumbled back and Karnog followed on with two more solid jabs. Sword still locked in the axe blade, he brought it low and planted his heavy boot on the blade and forced it to the ground. He spun then with his axe and caught the creature in the face with the back end then spun once more in the opposite direction, lopping the Dremoras head from its shoulders. The big Orc lifted the head high and shouted in victory. "They can be killed!!" his chest puffed and he beamed with pride. How Malacath would be pleased at the victory over the Daedra. 

As he threw the head, a force of searing heat hit him square in the back and he yelled in pain and frustration then turned to see a cultist bearing a mace and a handful of fire. With a primal roar, Karnog charged his new enemy.

Dralith watched the duel between Orc and Dremora, all the while noting that one of the creatures was no real threat to the large Orsimer. This hardly came as a surprise to the Dunmer but he nodded in approval nevertheless.