As difficult as it would have been for the average archer to use a bow in such tight quarters, Fendros was not the average archer, and the pack was more than coordinated enough to enable him. Since Lorag could not move forward, he stayed back just behind Fendros to support him in case the enemy slipped past Kaleeth. Though, the werecrocodile took up more than half of the stairway by herself, and certainly, she had no trouble creating opportunities for Fendros. The axe-wielding Skaafin were aggressive, going straight for Kaleeth’s head, though she demonstrated a surprising amount of control in response, even for her. Her beast spirit was not normally one to fight strategically, but this time, she tilted her head to let the blows deflect at an angle off of her helmet, while at the same time pressing through the Skaafin’s defense with sheer force. She charged forward into the one on the right, allowing her body weight to barrel through him, and the row behind him. Just after, she took a swipe at the Skaafin on her left. Her claws might not have been able to get through Daedric armor directly, but she could still break his arm if he tried to block her. Though, the Daedra behind them were not without the means to fight back. Spearmen who were not being crushed under the weight of those in front of them were trying to find gaps in Kaleeth’s armor, and a mage let loose a stream of lightning straight into Kaleeth’s head. 

At the same time, Ahnasha took the chance to conjure a creature while the enemy was distracted. In the spot she could just barely see behing the ranks of Daedra, she summoned forth a daedroth. There might have been more Skaafin farther down the tower, but at least for this group, she could trap them between [i]two[/i] imposing, powerful reptiles. 

On the ground, the two sergeants that the Dominion officer dedicated to the reinforcements did not command nearly enough troops to effectively resist them, as would be evident once they crested the hill. Hjergir, however, trusted in the Champion. If she and her pack saw fit to break with the plan, then it must have been for a good reason. He pulled every single one of his warriors into support of Do’rhajul. By this point, the Daedra garrisoning the tower had been pushed back entirely inside and were much less of an immediate threat. 

With their allies gathering, Yerig stood beside Do’rhajul, calming his mind and taking in a deep breath. He focused, then let out a shout that echoed through the mountains: “[b]MID VUR SHAAN![/b]” The magic of the shout imbued seemed to stir up the wind around each and every one of his allies, allowing them to move and attack with much greater agility. 

“By Talos, the Thu’um!” Hjergir shouted as he raised his axe in the air. “Brothers and sisters, the winds of Kyne guide our blades! Charge!” 

With various shouts and battle cries, the largely Nordic force charged ahead to meet the much larger Daedric force head-on. Despite their numeric disadvantage, they seemed nearly as fearless as the immortal Daedra they were attacking. 

No matter their enemy’s courage, however, the Daedra were not a force to be underestimated. The rain of fire from Rossarm’s mages was undoubtedly effective. From front to back, their ranks were thinning under the magical onslaught, but they did have mages of their own, and the wide area of the spell meant that each individual fireball could still be blocked by a well-placed ward. Even before the armies had reached one another, Skaafin, Dremora, and Winged Twilights flying above shot fireballs, spikes of ice, and lightning bolts into the advancing Nords, against which simple shields provided only limited defense.