For an instant the whole world seemed to shake and a brief moment the battle stopped, people stopped to see what happened. A small cheer from the imperials erupted when they’d realised what had happened and now it was there turn to go on the offensive. Most of the elves or at least the smarter ones had started to retreat but a few still pressed on. One elf screamed and charged at Lucas, there was no real skill in what the elf was trying to do and Lucas quickly slid to the right after the elf had lunged at him and he slid his blade into the elves side. The elf was dead before he’d even hit the floor as Lucas stood over him noticing he looked even younger than himself. After a second were he caught his breath, Lucas continued to move to where the Legate was.

Infront of him an imperial was on the defensive, blocking blow after blow and the man didn’t look like he had much strength left to keep on defending so Lucas simply went behind the elf and thrusted his blade through their back. The force of the stab broke through both sides of their armour. The imperial nodded to Lucas as a thank you being too out of breath to actually say anything. Now the battle seemed to be practically over around Lucas but he wasn’t too sure what was happening further in front or behind of him. He continued to walk towards the Legate to see what was happening now. All of a sudden, an elf who appeared to be dead grabbed a hold of Lucas’s leg which shocked him, he quickly jumped back away from him. As Lucas inspected the elf, it was clear to see that they were nearly dead. “Please… Please… Help me.” The elf whispered to him. There wasn’t really much Lucas could have done even if they were on the same side and he was a gifted medic. The elf’s belly had been opened up and you could see their guts. The only thing Lucas could do was give him a quick death which he did. Lucas pushed the tip of his sword into the elves neck, he choked for a second and then passed away. 

“How the hell did we get ambushed so close to fucking Solitude.” Lucas said to no one in particular thinking about it. Why had they not sent scouts ahead Lucas wondered to himself. Surely, they could have avoided the loss to their soldiers. Lucas stood still looking around at the dead bodies on the ground as the adrenaline started to leave him. It had just sunk in that this was the first time he’d ever killed someone, he really didn’t know what to feel about it. Pain came flooding back to his shield arm where he’d taken the full force of the fire ball. As he looked around, Lucas noticed the Dunmer from the night before sitting on the ground holding his leg. Lucas gave him a simple nod.