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"What Metallic skin?" Goriyn arched an eyebrow.

"He... we hit him with an arrow, with a dagger... Nothing hurt him. Bounced off like it was rubber," Baros explained.

Xavier frowned. "So when we blew him up and sent his body through the front of his damned ship..."

"He's probably crawling back out right now..." Baros revealed.

-

Out on the beach, the Thalmor soldiers that had lived were pulling themselves out of the sand, dusting themselves off. Only a small portion of the army that Kaelmun had brought with him remained.

The Warden crawled out of the wreck, having to shed his armor as the explosion melted most of it off his body. The burns healed up quickly, far too quickly for it to be normal magic. The Soldiers paid no mine to it.

He glanced around at the battlefield, reflecting. All those men waisted, and not an ounce of blood to show for his efforts. There was no victory here, not even a whiff of it. Those savages had now butchered somewhere close to a hundred of his men, and they were getting away with it every time.

And he looked like a damned fool.

"What now, Warden?" One soldier asked.

Kaelmun looked down at his sword, clutching it tightly, and rubbing his hand over the blade that had yet to take a head.

He simply laughed.

--

"Well that's just wonderful!" Xavier clapped his hands. "How are we going to beat that?"

"I don't right know, at the moment. What I do know is we've got to get to the top of that damn mountain," Goriyn stated. "Without delay, preferably."