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As the Nords ran back, they spotted a large Reachmen division charge right into the exposed backs of the Colovian Knights as they tried to form up.

The quick strike broke the Imperial's ranks and slaughtered many of them. Kyrnil saw both the Knight-General and Tyre cut down in the chaos.

After their successful skirmish, a Reachmen officer ordered his men to form up to engage the Nords. Shield units lined the front ranks while the second line were pike-men.

The Harbinger was thrown into a fury. ''Enemies ahead and behind, our allies decimated. There is no turning back now, it is victory or death.'' He sparked with magic and shouted at his men. "Companions! We fight to the death! For Skyrim!"

Kyrnil stood his ground and charged his magicka for a few moments, then unleashed a Lightning Storm spell at the Reachmen, trying to rip a hole in their phalanx.

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The Colovian Knights saw the Reachmen force slow down and a Brutish Shaman take the vanguard. They saw him charging a spell and then unleashed a beam of lightning at their formation, aiming at the shield-wall in the front to try to break it so his troops could charge.

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Max was grabbed and dragged off, all while the Reachmen fired arrows at the scattered Breton troops.

The Battlemage looked up at his saviors, but saw that two Reachmen had grabbed him and were likely dragging him off to kill him. He immediately unleashed his magicka and cast an Incinerate at the two soldiers, setting them alight and managed to escape from their grasp.

The Breton got up and grabbed his staff. He prepared another spell, but the Reachmen fell down, burnt to death. Though as he took a closer look, the two Reachmen were in plate armor.

"What...no."

"Yes." That same female voice said. Before him stood a robed woman, on her head the skull of a horned animal decorated her headdress.

"Dreamweaver." Max muttered, already charging his magic.