The disciplined Dominion soldiers did not join in the cheers and triumphant gestures of their allies when the fighting began to abate. They only allowed themselves to catch their breath and see to the residual tremors in their hands that the prolonged charge of magic put into them.

The Dominion commander rapidly barked an order to set the Altmer into block formations to continue marching forward. It appeared he had no intention of stopping to recover the dead and injured save for the scattered teams of Dominion restorationists straggling behind them.

"Commanders!" Rossarm shouted through a scowl. "My unit is staying behind to revive the wounded! We will catch up in due course."

The Dominion commander's brow creased with fury at the words. "Impossible, Dunmer!" He spat. "Your formation is needed against the next counterattack. You [i]will[/i] remain with the army!"

"You will need every body you can muster," Rossarm retorted less emotionally, if sternly. "Even your Nordish allies. Do not waste my time."

Fendros caught up to the commotion, back on Leaps' saddle. Leaps slid to a stop by Sabine and Meesei. "What is keeping us here?" he asked.