Sagax stood in awe, mouth agape as the invaders disembarked in all of their armored glory. Covered head to toe in hulking metal, he knew that the the Frost Giants that came before them were no threat in comparison. The monstrosities barreled through barricades and bodies alike, sending people flying and cutting any unlucky ones in two. One hit a crate and stumbled around. "Clumsy...good." the Imperial muttered to himself, "Perhaps they can be tripped up?" Sagax was relieved to know that the monsters had some weakness, no matter how small. They could be beaten, and that's what counts. He didn't even bother drawing his sword, as the armor of the invaders seemed to take even the heaviest weapons of his companions with unnerving ease. What would his dinky little shortsword do? Well, apparently quite a bit, Sagax learned, as he watched a Dunmer dig into a gap in the armor of one of the creatures. Precise thrusts and strikes were needed. His skills with a blade weren't exactly top-notch, but he could at the very least do that. The invaders weren't exactly graceful, leaving themselves wide open with each swing, which he delighted in watching Jorwen and Sadri take advantage of.

Unfortunately Sagax couldn't deliver any assistance of his own, as he glanced behind himself to see someone cowering at the back wall of the pier. Was he there before? Didn't matter, Sagax supposed. From the general feel of the assault, the defenders on the pier were about to pull back behind the walls of Windhelm. Something told him that no one was going to bother with a random nobody hiding in a corner when they retreated, if they even noticed the man at all. "Sagax Speculatus: Cheerleader and savior of cowards...can't say it's got a very nice ring to it." He thought with a half smile. He wasn't about to let a comrade get left behind to be turned into a mince pie though, so he dashed over and took the man by the shoulder. "Up, friend! We're going to be getting out of his soon, I'd take it, and I'd hate to see you left behind!" Shaking the man to hopefully get him to come to his senses, Sagax got back to his feet and turned to see another volley of almost entirely harmless arrows sail above him from the top of the walls and into a grouping of invaders. 

The massive attackers were showing no sign of stopping, continuing to march across the pier, smashing the shield walls to bits with their mighty weapons. The situation was certainly dire. Sagax dragged Felix up by their collar roughly. "Seriously, Felix, get up!" He didn't want to sound cross, but it was a very tense situation and they didn't have time to sit in one spot. "You should make your way into the city, help prepare the inner defenses. We'll be in to meet you soon, I'd guess." Slapping Felix on the shoulder, Sagax ran back to the action, staying behind the meatier of his compatriots, ready to sprint in for a quick distraction if needed, in case the ones carrying off crates were targetted.