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(Well sure, I guess but the battle is ending soon.)

"Yes, yeees. Death and suffering filling the air. My father would be most pleased. This is much better than Blacklight." The Altmer in black and purple muttered as he watched the battle from a watchtower in the south section of the city.

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As Kyrnil fought against that Dunmer, two more of his men were cut down by the Resdaynians.

''We are outnumbered. We can't win.'' Kyrnil thought as he engaged another Dunmer in battle.

"A Half-God I presume." Bolyn said loudly as he and his 40 subordinates reached Kyrnil and the remaining 15 Nords (Counting Fenrir).

Kyrnil swung upwards and disarmed the Dunmer warrior he was fighting, but cutting off his right arm. "You are in the presence of the son of Kyne!" He yelled boomingly.

"It has been a long time since I have killed a Half-God. The name is Bolyn, son of Boethiah. I will be your executioner." The Ordinator introduced himself. While Bolyn was talking the Resdaynians around him stopped fighting, not daring to interupt the child of Boethiah.

"Ha, the son of a petty Daedra cannot fall the son of the Storm Goddess." Kyrnil retorted. He acted tough in front of his men but in truth he knew that he was doomed. ''There is only one thing I can do, one thing that can turn the tide of battle. ''Kyrnil threw his arms into the air. " Kyne! Storm Goddess and widow of Shor! Mother of Men and Kiss-at-the-End! Lend me your aid in this time of need! Lend me your strength so I may strike down your enemies, the enemies of Skyrim!"

Bolyn looked perplexed and interested at the Nord. "What is he doing?" He wondered.