With Bharzak temporarily subdued and behind cover, Gwinnir turned his attention to more pressing concerns, namely the presence of additional intruders. His arms became shrouded in flame, and from the depths of Oblivion he conjured two Flame Familiars, if for no other reason than to bring the fight more to his favour. The Bosmer had no intention of dying this day.

The crack of electricity filled the air, striking Gwinnir in a feeble attempt to weaken his magical reserve. With a roar, the pyromancer cast a Fire Rune under the feet of Arenco, forcing the Altmer to break his attack in the interest of not erupting into ash, and a sudden blinding pain shot up his arm. Some concealed archer had the gall to shoot an arrow while he was distracted. The Flame Atronach moved to intercept, pulling its hands together and a torrent of flame raked the walkway Daixanos had used as his perch, and the wood began to cackle and burn under the inferno. Flames jutted through the cracks of the wood, and the Argonian’s choices of escape were dwindling drastically. 

Jorwen and Daelin fared little better as the second Flame Atronach blocked their path, shrouding itself in a flame cloak as it advanced. Marcel fared somewhat better, although he had been aiming for a swift decapitation, Gwinnir had moved away from the blow and suffered a gash across his chest as he struck out with a flame touch spell, striking the Breton hard in the ribs, knocking him back, robes set ablaze. Gwinnir backed away from the group, trying not to become encircled, and he grasped the arrow in his arm, which quickly burnt to ash, and the same burning hand that had knocked back Marcel dragged across his chest, sealing shut the wound, leaving bubbling, festering skin in its wake. 

Jonimir had decided against taking the direct approach and cast a wall of electricity, trapping the combatants from the exit and he prepared to cast an icy spear to skewer his traitorous apprentice and any of these other intruders who interrupted. Arenco moved to rejoin Jonimir, preparing to cast bolts of electricity.

Suddenly, Gwinnir’s body emitted an incredible flame cloak of such intensity it hurt to look at him directly, and direct physical attacks and arrows were out of the question; everything caught within the cloak incinerated, and the air within the tunnel was becoming thinner and harder to breathe for everyone; the threat would have to be dealt with before everyone started to suffocate.