Four draugr were already down, courtesy of Balen, Daro'Vasora and Skall, who made good use of his (and his weapon's) size and took down two of the infernal creatures by himself. Hector had felt Vensor's arrow whizz by his head and saw how it struck the largest draugr beautifully in the shoulder. Its huge sword now hung uselessly by its side. Not one to be left out and eager to capitalize on their early advantage to end the fight quickly, Hector entered the fray himself. Not dramatically, like Skall, or agile like Daro'Vasora, or with the lanky strides of Balen, but instead the practiced march of the Legionnaire -- sword at the ready, shield raised, and measured steps. One draugr turned to face him. [i]"Dir volaan!"[/i] it said, squeezing the sound out of its rotten throat, and swung its axe at Hector. The blow glanced uselessly off of Hector's shield.

"Sorry, what was that?" the Imperial asked casually and retaliated. He stepped forward with unexpected speed and drove the steel spike mounted on his shield into the draugr's chest. It gurgled and reared back its axe for another strike, but Hector beat the slow, shambling monster to the punch and drove his sword through the draugr's face. The instant the tip of the steel longsword touched the draugr's brow the blade's enchantment sprung to life and fire spread from the wound, briefly setting the draugr's head ablaze. It sank heavily to the floor. 

Behind him, Sjara was too distracted by the panicking Raelynn to notice that one of the draugr had, in its own lowly cunning, seen an opportunity and struck the Bosmeri huntress from behind with its sword. It was a glancing blow because Raelynn's grasp pulled Sjara closer to her and away from the draugr, but it still drew blood, and Hector's head whipped around at the sound of pain. He quickly ran the draugr through with his longsword, flames licking at its torso, before it collapsed to the ground and extinguished. He checked on Sjara quickly -- she wasn't seriously hurt -- and left her in Raelynn's care with a quick nod that said [i]'You know what to do'[/i]. 

As he returned to the fight, the effects of the silencing gust of wind wore off and magicka could freely be used again.

Now there were only three draugr left and the adventurers had them surrounded, including the big one. It had dropped his longsword and picked up one of its fallen comrade's one-handed swords to use with its remaining good hand and was now swinging it threateningly at the living. [i]"Faaz! Paak! Dinok!"[/i] it said. Even in death, Hector could hear its anger. The Imperial looked around and locked eyes with the others. He pointed his blade at the draugr commander. If they took it down now in a swift and decisive multi-pronged attack, the other two draugr would be a piece of cake. 

"Attack!"