To the side, the battle ceased with a suddenness that left Sabine shocked. Her senses left her for long enough to think she would be struck down by the crushing horde of Daedra. She came to standing right where she was before, but the central event only kept her distracted from finding and supporting her allies when Vile mentioned 'order' like it was some part of his nature. Sabine's heart sunk at the implications. Looking to Fendros, she could see there was no stopping him to get answers.

In fullness, the direct address of Hircine gave Fendros a connection to the Daedric Prince the likes of which he did not feel nearly as closely as when he previously made his presence known. Even fighting alongside the larger-than-life figure was not as powerful as being called [i]champion.[/i] Any doubt Clavicus Vile sowed in his last moments fell away like his magical power had.

"Not this time," Fendros snarled back at Vile. He dropped the Spellbreaker to the floor and took the Rueful Axe in both hands. His arms took the axe back, over his head, and fast down on Vile's neck.