Tsleeixth felt himself giving out a war-cry of his own at Sevine’s words, her words instilling within him the need to fight the Falmer, to drive them back like she had said. It was strange in a way, he had never been one prone to violence -in fact the last time he had felt like this had been back during the Siege of Windhelm, where his broken arm had prevented him from actively participating in the defense of the Nord city- and yet he felt the need to fight the demented mer, a bloodlust driving him forth to fight the husks to which the once proud Snow Elves saw themselves reduced to nowadays. 

Perhaps it was the stress that had been slowly, but steadily, growing up inside of him since the Siege of Windhelm had begun or perhaps it had been the revelation of the fact that the Nerevarine was allied to the Akaviri invaders that had set him in such a mood and he was just simply venting his fury and stress on the subterranean mer. Regardless he could not let his feelings impair his fighting skills or his focus on the battle; taking a deep breath -in spite of the pungent stench of falmer and chaurus blood- to calm himself, Tsleeixth managed to quiet down the instincts that were pushing him towards fighting the Falmer and advance in complete silence towards them in contrast to his battle-cry of a few moments ago “[i]Idiot, don’t go charging in like a stupid berserker, take your time, consider your options.[/i]” He mentally chided himself, taking the time to study the cave in which they were in.

For a brief second he considered summoning an Atronach, but fear that the creature’s size would, somehow, cause a cave-in stayed his hand and Leif’s call for them to use fire against the falmer only pulled him further away from any thoughts of summoning an atronach as he forced himself to calm down yet again. Leif’s cry of pain surprised the Argonian but it allowed him to notice the arrow that was flying towards him and to, barely, avoid it. Turning toward to face the creature he sent his Skeleton Guardian to deal with the archer that had been targeting him just as Sagax got rid of the one that had shot Leif albeit not without getting injured as he soon realized.

Making his way towards where Sagax and Leif laid he looked as Roze spoke, saying that the women would protect them. He chuckled a little at the Bretons words but soon refocused on the battle once again, focusing on the remaining Falmer archers he summoned another Skeleton Guardian amidst them -the first one crumbling to dust as soon as the second one appeared- causing the creatures to shriek and turn at least some of them towards the creature that he had summoned. “Roze, do you think you can distract some of the remaining archers? I’ll try to go where they are and take some of them out.” He spoke to the Breton archer, turning to look at the archers that were still firing at them.

Once he had gotten a reply from Roze, Tsleeixth made his way towards the Falmer, trying to make as little sound as possible so as to not draw their attention towards him, however just as he was about to reach them he stepped on some bones that lay strewn around in the cave floor and, one of the Falmer noticing him due to the sound of bones breaking under his foot. Screeching in it’s native tongue, the subterranean creature called three of it’s kinsmen to it’s side and began circling Tsleeixth like a group of vultures around their next meal. 

Occasionally they would attack Tsleeixth, who did his best to parry their combined attacks and retaliate as best he could with both magic and his blade -even managing to bring down one of the Falmer- but slowly he began to grow tired and small wounds began to build up as the Falmer continued attacking relentlessly. It was clear that, while he was managing to hold out for the moment, he’d need help to fall back towards the bulk of the company. “[i]Idiot, shouldn’t have gone charging in.[/i]” He cursed himself inwardly as he parried yet another attack, panting tiredly as exhaustion began catching up to him.