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Cristus blocked the attack with his Battleaxe's shaft. "I don't understand you mercenaries, putting your lives on the line for gold. Whatever they are paying you can't be worth dying for. Nor the bouty your group will earn after news of your involvement in attacking Markarth spreads. All of Skyrim, maybe ever the Empire, will hunt you down."

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(Its a Skirmish/Battle, there are Blackguards, Dawnguard and Stormcloaks everywhere. Once two armies clashed medieval battles became a mess. If he is trampling through the battlefield you can be certain he is killing just as many Stormcloaks as Blackguards.)

(Reachmen have tribal tattoos and a bit darker skin, from Orc and Redguard blood that they possess.)

"Watch out!" Soldin said as the ballistae fired on the base of the tower. Him and two others dodge the blast but it killed the other guards and the mercenaries that were outside. The tower also suffered damage, it almost fell over as one of the walls was nearly blasted to bits. Soldin and the two guards rushed inside to get to cover.

"They spotted us." One of the guards said. "How are we going to keep going?"

Soldin looked down at a few bodies that were laying at the entrance to the tower. "Put on that armor." He ordered and the three of them quickly grabbed the armor off the dead Blackguards.

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Lieli jammed her sword in the Centurion's leg. "Now!" she ordered and the soldiers under her command charged at the brass machine, pushing it over as their officer's sword stopped it from regaining its footing. When it fell they began attacking it and soon it was dismantled.

"Lets rejoin the battle." she said and led them towards one of the broken sections of the Nelthar built wall.

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Despite the gates being open most of the Stormcloaks remained outside and fought against the Blackguards and the black centurion. The mercenaries' numbers were now starting to dwindle.

The Stormcloaks, seeing the damage that the centurion's defenses caused began keeping their distance from it.

"How do we destroy it if we can't get close?" One of the Stormcloaks asked.

His officer sighed. "We will need to resort to ranged combat. Archers, Mages, fire at will at the automaton!"

(The Stormcloaks have few mages, but they have them.)

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A Battle-Maiden, seeing as the Dragonplated knight was looking weak, ran to Rigmor's side. She began healing him, closing his wound and removing the arrow.

"Thanks" he said, for a moment forgetting about the battle around them, "But it was just the wound that was weakening me, I was poisoned."

"Poison? We might have an antidote back at the army camp." she said.

"I would very much appreciate it." He spoke smiling.

And so, just as quickly as he had appeared she had disappeared in the chaos of battle around them.

Rigmor turned his attention to the Ebony monstrosity. He drew his Battleaxe, now being able to hold it thanks to his wound being closed. He could still feel a bit of pain, likely from the rushed healing job the Battle-Maiden had performed.