The shield wall did the best that it could against the fire and the automatons. The heat and the smoke made it unclear where they were after a few moments. As a result, one of the front line warriors screamed out in pain and fell to one knee. One of the metal bolts launched from the dwemer spheres had punched right through his calf and was held halfway through.

Fendros, who had been trying to find a gap to take aim through, spotted the culprit sphere over his comrade's head. An arrow shot out from their formation in retribution and struck the sphere in a gap between its shoulder and neck. Rhythmic metal clanking and a violent shudder from the sphere's left arm suggested that it would not be shooting another bolt any time soon.

Sabine was also restricted by the limited space in the formation. However, she was calmer and more collected than the previous battle she was in. She tried to help by making her way to the wounded soldier and helping him step back with some pain numbing magic. She could heal him from cover, though pulling out the bolt would probably be too painful to completely anaesthetise.

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Gallus gave a nod and led Peiter outside of the inn that served as the clan's cover. There were no lack of trees outside that could be used as targets. They put some distance between themselves and any potential eavesdroppers coming in and out of the inn.

"Here," Gallus said as he handed Peiter four daggers to throw. They had thrown knives together before. Peiter was never especially good at it, even with his right arm, but it was always social rather than serious training.

"So, how have you been travelling, Peiter?" Gallus held a dagger by the blade in front of his face and lined it up with a nearby tree. "You sound like you're feeling better. You look better as well." Gallus tossed the knife in a spin and it embedded itself into the tree.