"Wretched coward. May you burn in oblivion!" Was all Serena said before swiftly cleaving the Thalmor in two. Swinging her greatsword to one side to shake most of the blood off, she then stowed it onto her back and retrieved her bow, dismissing the storm atronach as she slipped one arm through the middle of the bow and let it rest over her shoulder. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she then turned to look at Yuki.
"...I'm not sure you can understand me, given you said something I didn't know the meaning of, but... Sorry you had to see that." Serena said, sounding almost like she'd become a completely different person.
"...The Thalmor burned down my home when I was but a little girl, afterall. So whenever I see Thalmor, my blood just boils as the memory flashes through my mind." Serena said, seemingly unphased by Yuki being transparent.
"...Least I can do for you is get you somewhere safe and get that collar off your neck." Serena said, as she began searching the bodies of the Altmer, seeing if there was any information on the collar on their corpses.
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As much as the Thalmor could gloat about it, he was right. Serena couldn't go for a killing blow. Killing grown men and women was one thing, but killing a child was another.
"I don't know what the girl said, but the tone implies a cry for help regardless. I never had a problem with killing Thalmor, my enemy. But murder of an innocent child is another thing outright. Only one thing I can do... Serena only had one choice at this point; Quickly adjusting her aim and letting the arrow fly past the two of them, hoping the first would distract the two long enough for Serena to follow up with a second arrow into the arm that was holding the knife to the girl's throat. Should that work, she'd promptly close the gap while the Thalmor was reeling and slam a fist into his face to knock him to the ground.
"I don't know what the girl said, but the tone implies a cry for help regardless. I never had a problem with killing Thalmor, my enemy. But murder of an innocent child is another thing outright. Only one thing I can do... Serena only had one choice at this point; Quickly adjusting her aim and letting the arrow fly past the two of them, hoping the first would distract the two long enough for Serena to follow up with a second arrow into the arm that was holding the knife to the girl's throat. Should that work, she'd promptly close the gap while the Thalmor was reeling and slam a fist into his face to knock him to the ground.
Serena had read the move the minute the Thalmor had drawn the second blade, ducking down quickly, and spinning in place, Serena evaded the attack, but the gushing of Altmer blood from a wound on his chest meant that the soldier was not so fortunate. As she ducked to evade the slash, she took a firm grip of her greatsword with both hands, and cut deep enough to draw blood, even through the armour the Altmer was wearing.
The remaining Thalmor would likely realise the mistake he'd made. The Atronach wasn't there to provide strength the caster didn't have; The Atronach was merely a diversion. As the only other Altmer left, and a Thalmor to boot, Serena promptly shoved her sword into the ground tip first, before readying the bow on her shoulder and preparing to let fly an arrow, her aim fixed upon the Thalmor.
"...I don't know what kind of an idiot you are. I'm not here to make money. I'm here... For some revenge. And you hiding behind that girl only proves that the Thalmor are cowards; Preying on the weak and helpless, burning down whole villages, and taking hostages." Serena said, and the way in which she'd coldly said it, coupled with the fact that she was in fact more than able to kill the Thalmor's companions without batting an eyelid meant that she was not making an idle threat. She would kill him the first chance she got. The only major problem with this situation was the girl. Serena knew that if she made any sudden movements, even if it was firing an arrow into the Thalmor's skull, it would still be enough time to slit her throat. Serena's morality was saying to save the girl, while another part of her was just going to write it off as collateral damage.
The remaining Thalmor would likely realise the mistake he'd made. The Atronach wasn't there to provide strength the caster didn't have; The Atronach was merely a diversion. As the only other Altmer left, and a Thalmor to boot, Serena promptly shoved her sword into the ground tip first, before readying the bow on her shoulder and preparing to let fly an arrow, her aim fixed upon the Thalmor.
"...I don't know what kind of an idiot you are. I'm not here to make money. I'm here... For some revenge. And you hiding behind that girl only proves that the Thalmor are cowards; Preying on the weak and helpless, burning down whole villages, and taking hostages." Serena said, and the way in which she'd coldly said it, coupled with the fact that she was in fact more than able to kill the Thalmor's companions without batting an eyelid meant that she was not making an idle threat. She would kill him the first chance she got. The only major problem with this situation was the girl. Serena knew that if she made any sudden movements, even if it was firing an arrow into the Thalmor's skull, it would still be enough time to slit her throat. Serena's morality was saying to save the girl, while another part of her was just going to write it off as collateral damage.
Unluckily for the Thalmor who just kicked the poor girl into the snow, a steel arrow came flying out of nowhere, striking the Thalmor in the side of the neck, which in turn would result in him choking to death on his own blood. In the shadows, the sound of a greatsword being drawn was heard, before it's owner charged the Altmer and swiftly decapitated one of the soldiers before they could react. Turning to face the rest of the group was a brown-haired female with an almost... Feral, look in her eye, her gaze fixed upon the Thalmor, having demonstrated her intent to kill, a bow slung over her shoulder. The most intimidating thing about her though, was that she had swung the greatsword and decapitated their companion using only one hand, as though the weapon itself weighed nothing, Conjuring a storm atronach with her free hand, the swordswoman readied herself to dispatch the remaining Altmer.
"Given how yesterday played out, It's safe to say a little time off won't go amiss." Cronic said, before looking upward to the sky, as if trying to spot the dragon.
"...Rocky roads are ahead, that's for sure. Blasted dragons. They just had to pick now of all times to return to Tamriel." Cronic said, as he turned to walk back to Whiterun.
"You take care now, you hear? A guy like you doesn't deserve an early grave." Cronic said to the driver as he went back up the path, trying to ponder possible locations where the wandering swordswoman could be... If she were even still alive.
""Nonononono... Don't think those thoughts. If there's doubts in my mind, I won't be able to commit to a search."
"...Rocky roads are ahead, that's for sure. Blasted dragons. They just had to pick now of all times to return to Tamriel." Cronic said, as he turned to walk back to Whiterun.
"You take care now, you hear? A guy like you doesn't deserve an early grave." Cronic said to the driver as he went back up the path, trying to ponder possible locations where the wandering swordswoman could be... If she were even still alive.
""Nonononono... Don't think those thoughts. If there's doubts in my mind, I won't be able to commit to a search."
"...I'm just going to ignore that last part." Cronic said, as he took the bottle of mead meant for the Carriage driver and exited the bar. On his way to where the guy parked his cart, he asked people if they'd seen anyone matching the description of the female warrior. As he reached the gate leading out of Whiterun, he was thinking to himself.
"...Of course it's not gonna be that easy to find her. From the looks of it, she's not been here yet. If she has been at all. I doubt we'll get a stroke of luck where she comes to US, but given the events of yesterday, anything's possible." Cronic thought to himself, pushing open the gate and walking through, recalling the most unbelievable of the things he'd run into yesterday; Dragons. Honest to god, living, fire breathing dragons.
"If that's not enough to warrant a major shift in our fortunes, I don't know what is."
"...Of course it's not gonna be that easy to find her. From the looks of it, she's not been here yet. If she has been at all. I doubt we'll get a stroke of luck where she comes to US, but given the events of yesterday, anything's possible." Cronic thought to himself, pushing open the gate and walking through, recalling the most unbelievable of the things he'd run into yesterday; Dragons. Honest to god, living, fire breathing dragons.
"If that's not enough to warrant a major shift in our fortunes, I don't know what is."
"Could be anywhere, as far as I know. I first met her near the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim when the bandit attack occurred. She had a real fire in her eyes, but that's not all I saw; I saw sorrow in those eyes too. Something bad must've happened in her past. Something that scarred her to this day. Kinda like you, now that I think about it." Cronic said, taking a swig of some Mead, having a second bottle on the floor beside him.
"The second bottle's for the cart driver. I promised him a drink, afterall." Cronic said, before resuming his train of thought about the nomadic warrior conjurer.
"Though given the Thalmor have an embassy here, I wager that will be reason enough for her to return to Skyrim. I remember her saying she won't stop until the Thalmor are wiped out... Or until she is." Cronic said to Aria, sounding a little concerned at that last part.
"One woman army is good, but someone needs to show her the world beyond her warpath. Otherwise she won't have any reason to keep going should the Thalmor cease to be."
"The second bottle's for the cart driver. I promised him a drink, afterall." Cronic said, before resuming his train of thought about the nomadic warrior conjurer.
"Though given the Thalmor have an embassy here, I wager that will be reason enough for her to return to Skyrim. I remember her saying she won't stop until the Thalmor are wiped out... Or until she is." Cronic said to Aria, sounding a little concerned at that last part.
"One woman army is good, but someone needs to show her the world beyond her warpath. Otherwise she won't have any reason to keep going should the Thalmor cease to be."
"Only reason I'm even here to begin with was I was short on coin, and the Odd Jobs was a way to remedy that. No way I could've foreseen the events of yesterday though. Speaking of travelling, I can think of one person who might be able to fill out the ranks a bit... Problem is, she's a wanderer like me. As such, I haven't a clue where she could be." Cronic said, as he recalled a certain brown-haired swordswoman he'd met in the past.
"She's a Breton, knows tailoring skills, she's skilled in Conjuration and wielding a two-handed sword, and she learned a few tricks about archery from yours truly as a "Thank you" for helping me out when I was under attacks by Bandits. I don't know where she is now though, but someone like her leaves a lasting impression. Brown hair, blue eyes, wears black attire made specifically for travelling. Has a fur collar lining the top of her coat... And despite saying she left a lasting impression, I've completely forgotten her name." Cronic said, facepalming hard as he said that last part.
"Either way, it's someone who could be a valuable member of the odd jobs team if given the chance." Cronic said, before whispering something into Aria's ear.
"That and she's at odds with the Thalmor too."
"She's a Breton, knows tailoring skills, she's skilled in Conjuration and wielding a two-handed sword, and she learned a few tricks about archery from yours truly as a "Thank you" for helping me out when I was under attacks by Bandits. I don't know where she is now though, but someone like her leaves a lasting impression. Brown hair, blue eyes, wears black attire made specifically for travelling. Has a fur collar lining the top of her coat... And despite saying she left a lasting impression, I've completely forgotten her name." Cronic said, facepalming hard as he said that last part.
"Either way, it's someone who could be a valuable member of the odd jobs team if given the chance." Cronic said, before whispering something into Aria's ear.
"That and she's at odds with the Thalmor too."
Cronic needed to quickly slap the sides of his skull, to check that he was still in reality, in that the finely dressed woman next to him known for being able to cut down just about anyone with a blade was still his boss. By this time, Cronic had already eaten. Once he'd sufficiently regained his composure, he began to speak.
"Been doing a little thinking. Based on yesterday's events coupled with one or two close calls, how much longer will our fortunes as a duo last, I wonder?" Cronic said, rubbing his chin in thought.
"To that end, I wager we ought to expand the ranks a little. An extra pair of hands never hurt anyone, afterall."
"Been doing a little thinking. Based on yesterday's events coupled with one or two close calls, how much longer will our fortunes as a duo last, I wonder?" Cronic said, rubbing his chin in thought.
"To that end, I wager we ought to expand the ranks a little. An extra pair of hands never hurt anyone, afterall."
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