Tsleeixth groaned a he felt a commotion inside the warehouse, shifting as he heard a voice -that he quickly recognized to belong Dough-Boy, Ashav’s sort of unofficial messenger- shouted about an upcoming battle, Instincts kicking in, he quickly began to get dressed and out on his armor as he tried to recollect what had occurred the previous night while mercenaries all around him Rose from their slumber and either began to prepare themselves or curse Dough-Boy from waking them up.
He remembered going to Candleheart hall, his mood rather foul when he had arrived to the inn, and ordering a bottle of mead, wincing as he felt a headache due to a hangover Guessing I drank too much last night He thought as he remembered making the trip back to the warehouse inebriated. He fumbled slightly as he put his belt on but as soon as he stepped out of the Warehouse, the Argonian felt the cold wind of Skyrim clearing his thoughts as he followed Dough-Boy towards Candleheart and Ashav. He listened intently as the redguard mercenary leader spoke, more in the hopes to shake off the last of his hangover -by focusing on the task at hand- rather than any genuine interest in the orders, having guessed that it was impossible for Ashav to have made any sort of plan with so little time.
In spite of that fact, the Argonian spellsword managed to get the focus of their plan. Dumhuvud's and his group would go and speak to the Jarl, probably due to the injuries sustained by the Cat-Kicker during the attack on the Forsworn Redoubt although -hopefully, thought Tsleeixth- that meant that, in case they were forced to retreat further into the city, Dumhuvud and his group would have managed to set up a half-decent barricade at least.
Shaking those thoughts off, Tsleeixth followed Ashav towards the docks but stopped in his tracks when he saw the enemy’s ships “By the Hist” He muttered incredulous as he took in the sight of the advancing metal ships, his jaw hanging open when he saw them shouting ice spikes “Amazing, unbelievable” He muttered, suddenly feeling once more like an apprentice in the College of Winterhold that had seen something wonderful instead of seeing them for the dangerous weapons they were. He was shook out of his stupor when a man shaked him “Stupid lizard, those things are probably going to kill us so stop gawking at them like a child seeing a new toy” Said one of the Windhelm guard’s that had accompanied them to the docks.
However, the guards action -in hindsight- had been unnecessary, as the sight of the armor-clad giants firmly brought Tsleeixth back into the present situation as he realized that they had to fight and, somehow, kill the heavily armored invaders. The Argonian looked as Windhelm’s guard forces -in a moment of panic, most likely- sent a volley of arrows that had little to no effect, causing the spellsword to frown slightly at the sight but let out a sigh and shook his head. Sithis take them all He thought when he looked at the atronach’s that appeared on the docks, but at the very least those fell easily enough under the mercenaries combined force of arms.
He followed Jorwen to the docks and, like many others of the group, didn't have the courage to press an attack when he saw the armored giants. Or he didn't had it until he saw Jorwen taking one of them down, his confidence boosted even more when Red-Bear repeated the feat once more with the help of a Dunmer -whose name eluded Tsleeixth at the moment- from their group. Letting out a roar he summoned a skeleton guardian, using the creature to distract one of the giants -mimicking the tactic used by Jorwen and the Dunmer man- while he drove his sword through one of the creature’s knee before giving another thrust, this time at the creature’s throat, once it fell under it's own weight.
His victory was short lived however, for soon enough the skeleton that he had summoned was crushed by another of the armored creatures, splinters of bone hitting Tsleeixth in the face before the creature had time to wind another attack with the warhammer it was carrying and giving Tsleeixth enough time to move to a safer position. Panic seeping into his mind, Tsleeixth sent a lightning bolt against the creature which -against all odds- seemed to paralyze it for a few seconds, either from the attack itself or by the shock of being hit by the spell. Without much time, and remembering the weak spot around the neck in the creature’s armor, the Argonian tackled the creature, or tried to since he only managed to momentarily destabilize the creature but that small opening gave Tsleeixth the chance he needed as he tried to stab the giant’s throat.
In spite of the brief window of opportunity the Argonian hadn't been nearly as quick as he would have liked. And as the creature grabbed him by one arm, squeezing it until Tsleeixth was sure he heard a small crack, and began pummeling his ribcage with the other, the spellsword couldn't help but drop his sword and emit a loud cry. Attracted by the cry, one of the other mercenaries within their group took notice of Tsleeixth’s precarious situation approached the giant as it was distracted and thrusted his sword into the creature’s armpit.
Howling in pain, the armored monstrosity dropped Tsleeixth to the ground of the docks and turned to face his new companion and -blinded by rage- tried to do the same thing it was doing to the Argonian to the mercenary who had joined the fight. Weakly taking his sword, Tsleeixth tried once more to thrust it into the creature’s knees but was too weak to repeat his previous feat. In spite of this, it gave the man a chance buy distracting the creature who turned towards Tsleeixth, with the man taking advantage of the creatures distraction to drive his sword through it's ok knee for good before finishing it off by driving his sword thought the creature's throat. For a few seconds, the Argonian spellsword remained on the ground, panting tiredly as he felt the pain course through his body with his thoughts slipping away along his consciousness.
In that moment, his new companion -whom he now recognized as a Nord, and whom the Argonian seemed to vaguely remember from the battle at the redoubt- helped him stand by throwing his, probably broken, arm over his shoulder “Now there, don't you go falling unconscious” He heard the man say as he tried to drag the Argonian to the gates, taking the distraction created by the appearance of a flame atronach conjured by a Mage on the walls along with the volley of fire spells that the Mage was throwing at the giants. to try and get the Argonian to relative safety.
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