Those that pressed forward with Do'Karth impressively cut down several of the feral Falmer, forcing those still standing to retreat further into the cave, and it seemed the cat was intent on following them and taking them out completely. At first, Sagax thought to suggest that the company take the opportunity to retreat as well, as the storm was far preferable to fighting the Falmer; he also wondered if their numbers could even hope to match up against the Falmer if they had a garrison further back. Then it occurred to Sagax that if they did not exterminate the beasts, they would simply reorganize and more than likely go on to harass nearby settlements and travelers, and he simply wouldn't have that. If there was one thing most heavily instilled in Sagax by his mother and father, it was a sense of duty. Skyrim was no longer part of the empire, and he was no legionnaire, but he would see this duty through until the Falmer ceased to be a threat. Besides, when have seemingly impossible circumstances made him consider his well-being before? He just hitched a ride a bucking Chaurus, for Mara's sake. 

"Forward! Do not let these vermin creep back into their accursed crevices unscathed!" Sagax almost didn't believe those words came out of his mouth, the voice sounded quite noticeably unlike his own, at least to himself. Then again, he didn't really yell a lot, and the last time he tried to he had a bad case of broken jaw. 

Nearby, he saw Leif take an arrow and fall down, and Sevine immediately covered him and yelled for assistance. Scanning the shadows beyond, he could see a darkened blob of a figure slithering along the wall; unfortunately for that Falmer, Sagax was no stranger to darkness, and quickly slipped into the shade himself. He was no super sneak like Roze, but he knew how to move quietly.

When he got close enough to see the archer clearly, they were already nocking another arrow. Sagax didn't know who the Falmer was aiming at, and he didn't bother to check, he simply slipped his shortsword out of its scabbard and...damn! The blade clanked but once, and that was enough to catch the attention of the archer. It screeched angrily and let lose its arrow after readjusting its aim. The distance between it and Sagax was not exactly great, and though Sagax was fast, the arrow was just that little bit faster. A leaping stride kept the arrow from piercing his chest, but instead it lodged itself in Sagax's left forearm. The impact sent Sagax reeling in pain. The Falmer didn't get off scott free though, as the Imperial rebounded with a vicious lunge, skewering the Falmer straight through the gullet. 

Playing the hero is a fucking awful idea.

Sagax ran back behind the front line of the company, crouching by Sevine and Leif, hoping to not get another arrow stuck in him. "I, uh-agh! Fucking...I got the archer! Well, an archer. But he uh-holy fuck-got me too...hold on, easy adjustment I'm sure-"

Who knew ripping out a mangled-up arrow of questionable make out of your arm would hurt so much? Not Sagax, apparently, as he yelled sharp profanities unbecoming of the normally gentle and soft-spoken Imperial. To add insult to literal injury, the arrow bounced back after Sagax pelted it at the ground, and the end of the shaft thwacked him right on the forehead. Sagax was, understandably, not a very happy person at that particular point in time. He was perfectly content to grumble angrily and clutch his shaking arm until he could work out a way to get the bleeding to stop.