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Jofrodr retreated after the flames struck him, covering his face with his arm. The bound sword in his hand discipated.

The elf warrior charged a healing spell on his free hand. Right after casting it, he saw Kal approaching and entered into a defensive stance. His wound had been sealed so he wasn't in mortal danger anymore, but he still appeared to be injured from the stab wound.

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Tannr let go of the elf's hand and whimpered, retreating towards Reyl. His wound wasn't fatal, but the cat's white fur was now stained red on his left side.

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The atronach vanished as quickly as he was summoned, being teleported back to Oblivion now that his tether to Nirn was dead.

Lars was quite bruised from being knocked around so much, but otherwise he was in good shape.

The chorus of unrelenting force blasted apart the elven forces, sending them flying into the walls of the keep and bringing chaos to the defender's formation.

"Now! Attack!" Harald yelled and led his vanguard towards the keep.

Nesiro pushed himself back up, having been knocked down by the shouts. "Do not let them through!" He commanded. The shattered paladin formation tried to put up a defense against the charge.

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Elina healed herself, but Enwe managed to block her firebolt with a ward just in time. It seemed unlikely that she would be able to hit the elven mage with such a direct attack. She'd need to think of another way to get past Enwe's defenses, or try to overpower her somehow.

The elf cast another Chain Lightning and zapped Elina with the bounce of the spell, draining more of her magicka.

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Skeld tried to raise his greatsword to block. His timing was perfect, but he was not strong enough to hold back Karyor's attack. Were it not for the Marked for Death draining his lifeforce, he would have managed to save himself.

The half-elf stabbed Skeld through the throat and finished him off. Though before Skeld's body could even fall to the ground, three other Atmorans approached him. Two were simple militiamen, wearing almost the same armor as the ones that Karyor had previously killed. One wielded a war axe and a shield and the other wielded a longsword.

The third Atmoran didn't look like a militiaman. He was an older fellow, with long gray hair tied in two braids and a matching braided beard. His forehead was scarred with two cuts from previous battles. His armor bore the sygil of the Hvitstrad Hold, the white dragon of a yellow shield, but the armor itself was blue and intricate. It was chainmail over a gambeson with steel gauntlets and shoulders. In his hand was a shiny steel greatsword with a runic inscription and giving off a faint red glow. On his belt was a large dagger, probably a backup weapon.

"Skeld was a good man. He worked on a farm just outside of town. I was sweet on his aunt when I was a lad." The old man contemplated as he approached. Though he didn't take his eyes off Karyor.

"Thane Egil, just give the word and we'll surround this elf." One of the two militiamen said.

"Be cautious, this elf can use the thu'um." Egil noted.

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The eastern walls of the fortress had fallen completely under the control of Saarthal's forces led by the Jarl's son. The archers there were dead. Seeing as Nesiro's defenses had been breached by the Tongues, they turned their attention to the remaining curates on the southern wall and the archers at the western.