Dax had shouldered his BattleAxe and strung his bow, having volunteered to accompany the vanguard party to halt this threat once and for all. He was a fine watchmen, but hunting was what he was bred to do, and so he went with them. Through the charred remains of the forest and into the deep cavern that appeared before them. 

Daixanos was used to caverns. He did not frequent them as he would the tundra, but he had often delved into various caves through Skyrim. Some he had done through simple exploration, but most of the time he had been tracking and hunting bandits or game. Sometimes he would use them as temporary dwellings for himself and check them routinely to see if a beast had wandered in for him to trap and kill. 

He kept his tail swishing in a flowing manner, just above the ground. If he found himself in water, it would simply dip in fluidly as he moved silent as a whisper. His bow was still ever ready, and he did not trust this cave they were in no matter how used to such things he was. He kept an arrow rested upon the string of his bow, his eyes scanning the darkness. 

As the scene unfolded before them, Dax lurked at the corner of their little cavern mouth that allowed him to see somewhat of what was transpiring, hidden within the shadows. He let out a growl low enough to not be perceptible to most ears. [i]Why is it always magicks?[/i] He pulled back on his bowstring and began to aim at the Bosmer, and took a moment longer than he normally would to aim for the magick that unnerved him was about to be unleashed. If any of his companions would have him stop his carefully aimed shot, they had the time now. But he was to loose at the Bosmer at the midsection.