Sagax was about to start celebrating his party's victorious charge, seeing his target crumple to the ground and watching as his comrades dispatched their own foes, but then he heard a familiar [i]swish[/i] and felt a familiar sensation, though this time it was centered on the side of his left calf. Sagax yelped in pain and whirled around to meet his previously-unseen attacker...who just happened to be Roze. By the look of immense regret on her face, it probably wasn't intentional; didn't make it hurt any less though. Taking the quiet moment afforded to him by Do'Karth, and to everyone's great surprise, Niernen, helpfully neutralizing the orange-clad jackass, he assessed his wound. A gash had been opened up along the one thin strip of unarmored leg showing through the Imperial's greave and chainmail. Figures. Oh well, it wasn't too serious at least. Now he just needed to get some bandages or something...wait a minute, he kept his old shirt! Digging through his pack, Sagax fished out the tattered remnants of his former attire. Wiping as much dirt as he could off of it, he tore off a long strip of fabric and began tying it around his leg. Tightening the knot as much as it would allow him to, Sagax's efforts paid off, and he was able to keep the wound from bleeding further. That reminded him, he'd need to redo his arm bandages too, they were looking a little worn. Maybe Roze or Do'Karth could spare some after the mission.

Looking back up to face Niernen, Sagax smiled and waved. He didn't know her too well, or at all really, but she was Karth's friend, so she couldn't be all that bad. "Hello again! I'm glad to see that you've been able to make it back to us in one piece." One piece was kind of stretching it, actually. The poor woman looked like she'd just lost a fistfight with Malacath. And Malacath had a horse shoe hidden in his glove. She was alive though, so that was a positive. 

Before moving on with the rest of the party, Sagax put his hand on Roze's shoulder in a way that he hoped was reassuring. Accidents happen, after all, and he was quite accident-prone himself. Just add that one to the long, long list. On the subject of accidents, Madura went and had one, that accident being a sudden and unexpected family reunion. The leader of the opposing party was Madura's brother, who had apparently allied himself with a faction known as the Ashlanders. Sagax didn't really know what or who Ashlanders were, but it was clear Madura had no love in his heart for them. The mist and steam made it hard to tell, but as far as Sagax could see, with Madura's kin were several armed Dunmer, wearing armor similar to that of the Armigers the company had fought days ago, along with that damned Mer in the orange robe. He must have slipped away while they were distracted. 

This couldn't have gotten any worse, or so thought Sagax before hearing the pounding of footsteps. Very heavy, metal, footsteps. Emerging in the center of the room was a massive dwemer monstrosity, its green eyes glowing with silent, stoic fury. It looked between the company and the Ashlander party, daring either side to move forward. Sagax thought the Kamal were scary, for certain, but this metal beast, this centurion of automatons, was absolutely terrifying. You could strike a Kamal with awe, with fear, or at least cause their self preservation instincts to surface. This...thing, though? It undoubtedly knew no fear nor did it seem very impressed with the forces standing before it, like beetles beneath the boot of a mighty Legate. He stood with mouth agape, staring at the machine for several seconds, before hearing the primal yells of men heading to battle. 

One such man, or Mer, rather, met Sagax and struck at him viciously with a wicked chitin blade. Deftly parrying the blow with his own blade, sending the sword askew and upsetting the Dunmer's balance, Sagax carried through with a strike of his own at the chink in his foe's arm guard. Pivoting quickly to let his pauldron take the blow, the bonemould-clad warrior took a swing with his off-hand at Sagax's head. Tiring of repeated blows to the head, the Imperial ducked below his arm and struck the Mer in the back of the head with his sword's pommel, following up with a boot to their spine, sending them sprawling back into the steamy fog. Slinging foreign words in a very harsh and rude tone at the tiny wounded man that literally kicked his ass, the Ashlander disappeared into the mist and most likely tried rejoining his comrades, though what luck he would have with the Dwemer construct lurking about, Sagax had no idea. All he knew was that he successfully held his position...and that someone nearby did not. Swirling about trying to find the source of the struggle, he saw a vaguely-reptilian figure fall to the ground, with another more armored figure running past them, leaving their victim for dead on the cold stone floor. Only one person in that room had the tail of a lizard, and Sagax knew exactly to whom it belonged to.

Sprinting over to Tsleeixth, Sagax found the Beastman to be in a very bad way; the Ashlander that had fought him was clearly none too gentle. Grabbing Tsleeixth by the arm and setting him upright, Sagax brought out one of the potions of healing from his pack. "Hold on just one moment, Tsleeixth. A Speculatus never leaves family or friends to bleed..." Uncorking it, the small red vial found itself in the hands of its new owner, who certainly needed it much more than Sagax did. "Drink up, and don't thank me. No one in this company dies on my watch, Mara as my witness!" 

As soon as he uttered those words, Sagax was sucked into a memory once thought forgotten. A Nord clad in his kind's traditional iron armor, with a helmet adorned with ram horns. He was struck with an arrow that pierced his armor and flew straight into his stomach. Over and over he told Sagax to just drop him and run, but the Imperial refused. He carried the man's body all the way to the other shore, ignorant to the fact that his comrade had died from his wounds moments earlier. Mara indeed was his witness...the witness to his failure. For those few split seconds, Sagax's expression was one of melancholy, eyes focused on nothing in particular. He quickly regained his posture, though, shoving the memory back into the unreachable depths of his mind, where it belonged. Taking a deep breath, Sagax addressed Tsleeixth calmly. "Come on, we need to get you up and back to the rest of the company; that behemoth won't stop with those Ashlander guys..."