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The Orc bellowed in horror as he gripped his broken arm, stumbling backwards and tripping over a loose piece of rubble. The other Orc moved in to intercept Ramol, jumping over blocks of marble.



Though it was difficult to look away from all the battle and excitement, many among the fighters could notice the large form of a sprawling red lizard soaring through the skies, letting out a furious call to make its presence known. However, the dragon didn't join into the fray. Instead, it landed far from the fighting on the far end of the beach, simply waiting.



Konahrik was a whirlwind of fury. The Dragonborn fought with a dragonbone sword in his right hand, and the staff of a dragonpriest in the other with proficiency unlike anything the crew had seen before. He artfully twirled and danced among through the crowds of Orcs with his blade, rescuing several of the defending soldiers from certain peril. The attackers' numbers were dwindling now, and his ally Admiral Avik had already escaped with his life. Satisfied with the battle's outcome, Konahrik made his way towards the dragon he'd called, not bothering to deal with Zaathra or The Bloodtusk.



Zaathra had been getting back up by the time Valeera kicked him in the jaw, knocking out one of his snaggleteeth; leaving a small bloody imprint in the sand. The Orc was sent stumbling backwards, struggling to recover from the savage attack. Unfortunately for him, Valeera didn't offer him any time to do so, and the flame spell set the captain ablaze. Wailing, and desperate for salvation, Zaathra sprinted into the adjacent ocean to put himself up, surfacing after a brief moment. Now drenched and injured, Zaathra surveyed the battlefield and knew that this was a losing battle. His two targets had already made it away with their lives. He snarled and begrudingly issued out his announcement.

"The tide has turned!" He spat in his guttural tone, now with the noticable addition of blood in his throat. "The admirals have escaped! Fall back to the ship!" With that, the Orsimer captain grabbed onto an outcropping of the Bloodtusk, and tried pulled himself up in an attempt scale the side of it.

Just as he did this, Qatari's ploy with the cannon finally paid off. When it went off, there was a loud popping noise as the gun backfired, creating a small explosion that sent it rolling backwards and nearly deafening both Qatari and Zaathra. Zaathra was injured when several small pieces of shrapnel buried themselves into his flesh, but the Orsimer pressed on, now struggling to pull himself up as he lost blood.