Before she had the chance to warn Sagax, much less scold him on the ignorant idea of rushing past the safety of the front line to pursue the archer that had struck down Leif, the scrawny Imperial came crawling back, more or less, with his own falmer arrow lodged in the muscles of his forearm. At least he took care of the archer, but for his sake, like Leif, she prayed that the arrowhead didn't have a coating of poison to make matters worse. However, as a string of profanities exited from an injured Sagax, surprise overcame her, forcing her to cast a quizzical glance in his general direction. Such profane words to be heard slipping out of his past certainly caused a raise brow, for he himself, was a soft-spoken fellow, one that she never quite expected to swear so much. Then again, he just finished wrenching out the arrowhead from his arm, so she couldn't quite judge him. Keeping an amused smile hidden from Sagax behind the rim of the shield, she spotted a familiar figure, make that two, responding to her call for arms. Roze vanquished another Falmer archer as it emitted a strangle gargle, one that sounded all too familiar like that of an arrow finding their foe's trachea. 

[i]"Don't worry boys - us women will protect you."[/i] Roze's witty remarks, and her playful wink brought a grin finally, to Sevine's lips.

" 'Course we will, after all, some of you are thick in the skull, and need a woman's touch around here." Sevine returned with her own sly smile.

           Then, in such circumstances as this, Tsleeixth the Argonian, made his way to the front line with them, he inquired after Roze, to keep the archer's distracted so that he could take them out. He soon slithered, wait, no. Slunk. Slunk off into the black shadows of the cave, Roze kept what archer's she could distracted, giving their lizard friend time to work his destruction. However, even as Sevine could hear, he must have stepped on something, bones or broken pottery, it was hard to tell in the inky abyss, this in return elicited the attention of the distracted Falmer to turn on Tsleeixth, their ears easily discovering his location. Swearing under her breath, Sevine turned to Roze and barked an order.

"Cover me!" Then she sprang off again, axe and shield readied as she disappeared into the edges of the darkness. 

          Leaving behind the last traces of the torch and magelight, Sevine entered a world in which she found the handle of both her shield and axe slick with sweat. With slow cautious steps, she closed one eye, keeping the other open, and when a few moments passed, opened the other; a trick Ralki the Bear taught their company when entering dark areas. Granted, it didn't give her night vision like her fellow Khajiits, it certainly didn't leave her blind as she entered the shadows. Soon, she could discern the outlines of the three Falmer and Tsleeixth engaged in battle. As leather boots crept towards his attackers, hesitant for alerting them to her presence, Sevine sheathed her axe and reached for her dagger, knowing that she could strike Tsleeixth on accident in the blinding pitch-black corners. She even went so far as to set her shield down with the same care on the ground, entering close-quarter combat again, the use of her shield would only hinder her movements. The ebony shadows unnerved her, leaving her feeling as blind as a newborn kitten, she could barely tolerate the surrounding darkness, yet a gust of wind near her face brought her back to reality. She had narrowly missed bumping into a Falmer intent on finishing off their lizard companion. Her free hand darted forward, searching the empty air until she found what she sought,and grasped firm, the shoulder of the Falmer, who then squealed, and alerted the others to her presence. Though short-lived, the squeal ended as she drove the dagger into its skull, resounding with a thickening [i]pop[/i] as she drew the blade out again.

"Tsleeixth! Get back to the front lines!" She growled, her voice echoing in a menacing fashion off the rocky walls. One of the mages had made their way to the front, and sent off a ball of magelight, where it soon illuminated the area around them in a blue-green hue. They now had light to finish off the Falmer, and Sevine found herself engaged in the throes of battle again with the second Snow Mer, leaving Tsleeixth to deal with his own, at least he was no longer outnumbered. Without the use of her shield, Sevine was left exposed to any oncoming blows, and couldn certainly kill her. Lurching at her, falmer and huntress toppled to the ground where they grappled to gain control over the other. Sharp fangs gnashed in anger as the mer held her down with shocking strength, she had dropped her dagger in the fray, and was now left in an even more vulnerable state. Grunting with each struggle, she managed in one surge of strength, to overthrow the Falmer with a firm boot to the chest. With a pained screech, the Falmer hit the wall, and lay motionless for several seconds, giving her enough time to stumble to her feet. 

                  However, it was not for long, before the mer sprang at her again, knocking her back to the ground in a desperate state to finish her off. They rolled across the cave floor, each with their hands coiled about the other's throat, trying in a vain attempt to smother the life force out. The lack of oxygen to her brain made the huntress weary and sluggish, a fog descended upon her, and she realized that she would soon lose consciousness. Fighting to stay awake, to stay alive, and not to succumb to the Falmer seated atop her, she reluctantly let one hand go, off her chokehold, and mustered what strength she had left, though quickly dissipating, and socked the Falmer as hard as she could in the temple. Disoriented, and in a split second, the Falmer loosened its grip around her own throat, letting precious oxygen to travel up to her brain. The last hand curled, tightly still, around her opponent's throat, with her free hand she grasped for anything that might serve as a weapon. It was then, that she found a decent-sized rock, and snatched it up before the opportunity disappeared. The Falmer had seemingly recovered from the punch to the temple, and resumed its snarling disposition, along with a renewed vigor to choke the very life out of her. Turning her torso, rock in hand, Sevine and the cave mer rolled again, this time she ended up on top. With the chance to kill the Falmer, Sevine did not waste a second, and began clubbing the Falmer with the rock, and even when the Falmer had succumbed to its head wounds, she continued to beat the creature until she was certain that it would not move ever again. 

             Rising to her feet, Sevine looked for Tsleeixth, and found him finishing off his own Falmer. Sweat and blood stung her eyes as she hastily wiped them away. As the magelight lingered, she could not find any other foes in the recesses of the shadows that lay beyond. Yet, that of course, did not mean that there weren't more of them, lurking in those shadowy depths, waiting for the opportune time to spring another attack. Allowing Tsleeixth to deliver the killing blows to his own opponent, Sevine retreated with heavy footsteps to the safety of the front line after recovering her shield and displaced dagger. A shaking hand touched her throat gingerly, and she winced in pain, she knew the area where the Falmer's clawed hands had choked her would leave a bruise.