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Mioshe nodded, and then took off running in the direction the women had pointed, with Denon and Malus not far behind.

They arrived on a bizarre battle   The Orcs were engaged in a viscious melee with some Redguard swordsmen, all of the latter whom were weilding Ebony scimitar and in red Redguard clothes. The Orcs wore loose and light thin fur armor, more suited to the heat of Hammerfell. Their arsenal hand't changed though. However, although the Orcish warriors outnumbered the Redguards, the men were holding the line pretty well

And, of course, there were the mages. Behind the line of swordsmen were about just as many if not more mages, in similar dress. They were doing bizarre things- lifting rocks or dirt into the air without touching it and letting it ran down on the enemy. Sometimes harmless pebbles turned into screaming bullets of steel while suspended in air, other times an Orc would almost land a killing blow on a swordsmen to find that the Redguard's skin was impenetrable- stone-like. Other times Orcs simply had a boulder dropped on them, or were buried under a mound of sand.

It was unclear who was winning, but it appeared to be at a stalemate as of now.

"Hiradirge." Mioshe breathed, quite clearly in awe.