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(While I wait for the main party to decide whether we'll timeskip or not, I'll continue this one here...)

The falmer emitted some kind of cackle that resembled laughing once they saw the seemingly fragile girl taking a stand against them. The falmer separated in duos and each advanced through a different direction, one duo towards the fallen soldier and the other towards the girl.

"Wrong move, you despicable creatures! You all should've come to me...", she smirked rather sinisterly, ducking the first attempt of a strike by the falmer.

The Countess was fast, much faster than the armored falmer could imagine and in a matter of seconds both of the pale creatures which targeted the young woman were downed, spurting blood out of their necks.

"Easy kills.", she chuckled, glancing back towards the guard.

...

Brun was tired, but he wouldn't allow his exhaustion to dictate his fate. The guard of Markarth managed to deflect the falmers' blows and occasionaly attempted to retribute, failing to do so but only because of their armor.

"Damned creatures! Why are you here?!", he asked amidst the clang of the blades, not expecting an answer.

He parried, dodged and attacked the best he could, but it didn't took long until he realized that it wasn't going to be enough. A little hint of panic invaded his thoughts, forcing him into a more defensive stance, one that ended up with his left arm being cut.

"Damnit!", he let out, frustrated by his helplessness.

It was then that one of the falmer fell, letting out a mixture of hiss and growl that was clearly an attempt to scream. His pale companion barely had the time to react before Brun took advantage of the situation and clumsily stuck his sword into one of the many weakspots of the creature's armor.

"Thanks...", he wheezed, looking at the weird girl drenched in falmer's blood.

"Don't you go thanking me just yet...", the Countess smirked, eyeing the exhausted soldier.