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''He's fast. ''Anara thought and grabbed an ebony arrow from her quiver.

She opened a portal with the arrow in Tyre's hand then connected it to her necklace where she opened another. The Dunmer then took the ebony arrow and stabbed it into the necklace's portal. It came out through the arrow's portal and she tried to stab the knight's arm.

Eorlund grunted. "You're not my superior, so I don't need to follow your suggestions."

The lad may be as stubborn and hardheaded as a young Kyrnil, but he still obeyed hierarchy. He learned discipline at the College and had it reinforced when he joined the Companions.

Kyrnil was beginning to pant. My swings are getting slower...the Ebony Mail is getting to me.

Bolyn still wasn't able break through his defenses through. ''This armor of his, very sturdy plate. Even Goldbrand is having trouble getting through it with its fire. It might be faster for me to rely on mother's blessing. I can't waste too long to kill the Harbinger or the whole battle might be lost.''

The Nord shot out a Lightning Bolt from his Battleaxe.

Bolyn raised Fearstruck and took the hit. He gritted his teeth as the lightning stunned him for a few seconds. He created a clone and disappeared. The clone charged at Kyrnil.

When he was a distance from the Nord, the Dunmer chanted. "Blessing of Attribution, Shares of Deceit, Realm of Treachery and Conspiracy, Mount of Snakes! Take my blood and mold my body into your superior image, Boethiah!" He stabbed himself with Goldbrand.