The buzzing of the Spriggan's attack still ringed in Dax's ear holes as he lifted himself up to his full height, snake-like eyes  flashing with a cold anger only matched by the steel of his Axe he now held in his powerful hands. As he had lifted himself off the ground and lamented that he had to fight beings with foul magicks, he saw Rhasha’Dar and Daelin's plight. Like a predator honing in on its prey, Daixanos began to move on instinct towards the Matron. 

In his heart, he knew he would not get there in time, for there was another Spriggan in his way as the Matron loomed over her newest Khajiit victim. Luckily, the Nord's hatchet seemed to have stalled the Matron and annoyed her enough to have her turn around and advance upon him. Daixanos dearly wished for this farce to end, and his anger gave an adrenaline fueled strength and natural dexterous instinct to his body's movements. 

He sprinted towards the Matron. The footfalls of his taloned feet, while soft, were not concealed as they often were when stalking in the woods. One Spriggan, the one in his way, spun and leered at him. Its whip like branch slashed at his lower body like a lash. Without conscious thought, Daixanos sprang. The appendage swung low, beneath his sailing feet. His Axe now leading with his momentum and cleaving through the Spriggan like so much plywood. His foot shot out and shoved the dead thing to hit the ground just as Dax did in a roll. 

As a final follow up, his roll led him straight to the Matron as the thing glided toward the Nord with menace in its eyes. Daixanos' Axe swung just as he righted himself, embedding his blade into the Matron's backside and cutting deep. His Axe did not have the balance that it had when he jump cleaved the last Spriggan, but he knew he had damaged the Matron and perhaps killed it. The buzzing and leaves about the Matron jarred his senses, however. Did it work?