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A second blast of the Lightning Bolt was enough to electricute the bandit to death, but just as he died in a quick and violent convulsion, the doors to the cabin burst open and another bandit ran out.

"What in Tsun's asscheeks is going here?!" The bandit yelled out. He saw his dead friend on the ground and instinctively drew his weapon. "Hey, we're under attack!" He called to his remaining comrades.

The bandit, however, had not spotted Reyl yet.

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Jofrodr led the prisoner back to the entrance of the warehouse where he met up with Reyl. "It wasn't another bandit in there, it was some prisoner."

He heard the shots from her staff so he knew that a fight had most likely broke out. Though with the prisoner over his shoulder he wouldn't be of much help right now.

"All we know about how the elves fight is from the many ballads and poems in the Eddas told by the Skalds about the events of the Return." Harbinger Randagulf stated. "Back then we didn't have a written word that was not the script of the dragons so the 500 couldn't exactly write down information about their foes."

Gunnar nodded. "Indeed, it is a shame that we know so little about our enemy. Going into battle blind is a good way to get us all killed."

"From what Jarl Harald said in his letter he has sent scouts to probe the frontier with Mereth, but how much they can uncover is anyone's guess." Randagulf stated.

"You think very highly of yourself, boy. You look young enough to be my son." Yslenor stated, not taking his commant seriously.

While 30 years old was rather grown up for a human, it was considered barely above adolecence for an elf. Especially ones that lived as long as the Falmer with their inate skill in Restoration. To her, Karyor was an 18 year old that thought himself tough shit but knew nothing of the real world.