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Eredin didn't seem happy either. "Fine."

When they reached the Warrens, Eredin immediately began to fire a barrage of arrows at the Forsworn furiously, forgetting any precautions of trying to keep the Reachmen alive. Many of the arrows found themselves embedded into the hearts, chests, and heads of the Forsworn. He eyed the terrain around him. Eignach and his group to the left, Forsworn and Imperials in front of him, the smelter a little bit to the right, more dead men all around, and--

Torolf! Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a Stormcloak turning a corner. He appeared to be in a Snow-Hammer's armor, and had a Steel Greatsword on his back. The Nord looked down at the floorboards around him. There was a path that led around the pool of water, however the Reachmen and Legionnaires were busy blocking it off.

He sighed, jumping off the edge and into the water. He swam across, reaching the other side in a few seconds. He hauled himself up, chasing after his brother.

"Torolf! Torolf!" The other Nord turned around.

"Eredin! Where are the others?" Torolf asked. "We need to get back to Eignach and the others."

Eredin hesitated. He desperately wanted to kill the Reachman in charge of this, however he might need to aid Eignach...

Except he had Fox and Lieli. They could handle themselves.

"This way," Eredin pointed to the Legionnaires charging. He sprinted to catch up with them, Torolf at his heels.