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Ran'Jinro drew his blades from his sheaths making sure that the blades were sharp enough to be able to penetrate some Beast skulls with one single blow.

''Can't allow this to happen... not again... If Dive Rock falls, not only will Fort Slayer lose its closest support, but it's also one step closer to the insurance of mankind's eventual decline and extinction.''

There was no way mankind could ever adapt to the lifestyle of the Outsiders. Even though tribes had been living out in the wilderness among Beasts for centuries they had never been thriving. Those tribes that remained to this day were among those who had adapted through much trial and error, having lost a majority of their original size. They learned their tactics and tricks of survival to their children, making sure that they passed on the key to survival further down their bloodline.

But in due time even the Outsiders wouldn't be able to outlive a life among Beasts. And neither would any City-Dweller forced to escape their sanctuaries. Dive Rock, the city of the First and the Last King was facing obliteration, the last great sanctuary before the open wilderness of Cyrodiil awaited them.

And they couldn't let it fall.

"We have to give our lives, if that's what it takes! You hear me?!" said Ran'Jinro sternly to his group, the people around him. "If Dive Rock falls then the rest of mankind's sanctuaries are soon to follow! Our defeat is imminent! Either we sacrifice everything we have, including our lives, to bring these monsters to the ground, or you can live long enough to watch the rest of mankind die out due to our failure here and now. It's your call. I however will not have it anymore! I am sick and tired of getting my ass beaten by mindless animals! Sick of watching people die and I can't do anything except just stand there and cry and bemoan with hindsight how: 'I could have done something'!"

The Khajiit climbed up on the parapet with a livid expression as he stared at the incoming line of gigantic animals in the distance, slowly lumbering towards the city walls.

"Well, I have the choice to do something now! I intend to fight these monsters! I intend to slaughter them! To kill every last one of these bastards! I will bloody sacrifice myself if that's what it takes to make my point come through: this city shall not fall! That's my choice! And now I am giving you people a choice! What are you gonna do?!"

Swift-in-the-Sack would have been lying if he said that the motivational speech hadn't moved him. It was obvious that Ran'Jinro had experienced the worst of what the Beasts had to offer during his long years of service. Though it wasn't enough to make Swift change his opinion about the Khajiit, he still believed that he made a valid point.

The Argonian sighed. "Agh, what the hell. It's not like my dream of dying from suffocation during oral sex is going to happen anyway. I am with you, Khajiit. Though you bloody well better pay for the victory drinks."

"I will fight!" said Evelyne. "For you, Ran! For this city! For the Beast Slayers! For my fellow comrades! For mankind!"

Her gaze glanced at Ja'Keil. "For my loved ones! For my family! May they rest in peace..."

Falana nocked an arrow on her bow. "I will always fight by your side, Ran. Let no devils over the bridge, I say!"

Beatrix gave a mocking applause. "Brilliant speech!" she laughed in a mocking tone. "And totally unoriginal! Could have done better off with some fireworks. Nevertheless, I understand the situation perfectly. The Beasts must die here and now. Retreating for me is not an option."

Still smiling she bumped her elbow into Koldri's abdomen expecting her comrade to say something as well.

Myrdana smirked. She didn't know Ran'Jinro personally, but she had heard of him during her brief stays at Fort Slayer. Though they had entirely different methods of how survive and make sure that their people survived. The Khajiit was a "safe player" as she would have called him. He never engaged in battles unless necessary, and never tried to take actions that would directly endanger his group. Some would have called him a cowardly group leader, but she called him smart. He had been serving the Beast Slayers for thirty years, while a majority didn't even live to see a third of that length of servitude. So obviously the man was doing something right.

''A survivor... ''

She had liked the fire in his eyes. That was more her style. Engage and take the Beasts by surprise. Strike before they had a chance to multiply. If she ever saw a Beast she couldn't let it be or live, knowing that ignoring it might have consequences. She had learnt that the hard way...