With ragged breaths, Daro'Vasora looked up from the pulped face of the Draugr she'd finished sending on its way to the death it had been denied for, by the divines, centuries? The Khajiit wondered why her mind wandered to places such as that in the middle of life or death situations, but perhaps it had something to do with the small fact if she slipped up at all she'd be out of time to contemplate her mortality and the irrational fear that if she died in a place like this, she'd be stuck wandering the tomb as one of the putrid ghouls that populated it. She'd never walk the Sands beyond the Stars if that were the case, and perhaps the ghost stories the kids back in Leyawiin used to tell one another about the swamps and marshes of the surrounding region tickled a primitive and superstitious part of her brain. Regardless, she perhaps had more incentive than most not to lumber around like an idiot in these Nordic barrows like the one that smelled of stale sweat and booze that his oafishness had failed to guzzle down his pitcher plant like bearded maw who threw himself into the undead bodies of what was likely his distant relatives of a very, very slender family tree.

The group had dispatched most of the Draugr, which was the least they could do considering they pulled Daro'Vasora into this incredibly distasteful situation. Of what remained, only three of the average specimen remained, and... [I]the big one.[/I] her mind helpfully filled in the words as she gazed up at the behemoth. She wondered for a moment who he had been in life and why on Nirn he'd allowed this fate to befall him, but she supposed it was up to the group to help him along. She'd be doing a good deed and taking one more undead abomination out of the world, a net positive, right?  

A scream of pain pulled the Khajiit's attention to the Bosmer-Nord who had tried to discredit her earlier and she wasn't even ashamed of the smug sense of satisfaction that came from the event. She wasn't dead; just humbled. Maybe next time she decided to run her mouth, she'd think better of trying to leave her track.

"This is what happens when you bring tourists down here, Hector." Daro'Vasora muttered, returning her gaze to the big bastard once she saw that the Breton woman was tending to her, only to find that one of the smaller Draugr seemed rather intent to finish its boss' dirty work. An annoyed hiss escaped from Daro'Vasora's teeth as she half-jogged to intercept the mealy-mouthed asshole before it decided it felt peckish for mortal flesh. The Khajiit didn't know if Draugr ate anything at all, let alone the living, but it was yet another irrational fear chalked up to too many ghost stories around campfires.

[I]"Attack!"[/I] came the order, which momentarily distracted Daro'Vasora as she prepared to swing her mace into the smaller Draugr's gut, prompting her to raise the mace in defense with both hands as she caught the cleaving swing with the shaft, keeping herself from being dug into with iron that was older than probably seven generations of her family. [I]"Wafiit!"[/I] she exclaimed in Ta'agra, pivoting her weapon as if she were turning a valve to bring the heavy mace head into the jaw of the Draugr, leaping back to avoid the now freed sword. Before the beast could regain its composure the mace struck once more, cracking the skull hard enough the neck snapped from the impact, dropping the Draugr in a heap. The Khajiit spat towards it before returning her attention to the big one;  she was on the side that was rendered flaccid, so she felt a bit more confident confronting the Draugr, especially considering its attention was focused squarely on Hector and his shield. She hoped she didn't bugger up the plan by addressing the lesser of the threats first; the big one seemed like he could wait a few moments, no?

[I]In and out.[/I] Daro'Vasora commanded herself, sprinting towards the Draugr, winding up her mace for an over the shoulder swing, she loosed her weapon as she bellowed, [I]"Salidiith!"[/I]