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Whitebeard scoffed at Tyre. "Your god doesn't scare me, Imperial. Stendarr is nothing but a borrowed god from the Nords, your whole pantheon is made up of borrowed gods. Nothing original about it. We Reachmen worship the Old Gods, the strongest of the dieties. Me, I'm the son of Maeruhne, Destroyer of Foes and God of Hope. I could never lose to the likes of you, not when I still need to help build a mighty kingdom for all my kin to flourish."

He tried to move to attack the Knight, but found that he couldn't.

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The lightning cloak wore off.

Kyrnil was severely struggling to escape the Commander's intense grip. He could barely breath and his armor was being damaged quite heavily. In truth if not for his plated armor, the Kyneson would be dead by now. I need to escape this...mother, lend me your strength.

"KYNE'S WRATH, I summon thee!" Kyrnil managed to yell out when Bhàs and him were knocked over by the Atronach.

The sky above them darkened and in moments a huge lightning bolt errupted from the sky, hitting Kyrnil and Bhàs. Though the lightning had no effect on the son of Storms.