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Tireace started and jumped down "mhm you are asses" she exclaimed while protected the rest of the altmer from the shock magic using a ward. She starts absentmindly sings a song to boost her spirits.

Feather-Tail remained upon his steed, placing a hand upon his blade as to quickly draw it should the impending violence involve him.

Aradusk blocked the incoming arrow with a shield spell. It bounced off his neck like it was made of rubber. "They're hostile." Aradusk announced. "Begin the onslaught." He then spotted Malatar and Selara in the group.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy killing the last of the Ayleid." He smiled cruelly.

Sebastien watched the onslaught with wide eyes and a deep frown, clutching the reins of his horse. They would mercilessly slaughter their own kind, he thought of the Altmer, horrified awe echoing on his internal voice. Has the world no sanity? Surely they -

And then Irriwen fired her bow.

The Breton grunted, sweeping his gaze across Irriwen before focusing his attention ahead. The aggressors, as expected reacted, with words to strike. He reached to his waist and clasped the hilt of his longsword tightly, drawing it but an inch from its scabbard. "You really must learn patience," he muttered angrily to the Bosmer, though his grey eyes blazed ahead. His horse pranced irritably beneath him, but he swayed with the creature, looking no bit out of place atop the saddle. "Leave us be," he said to the Altmer. "We've no business with people who would slaughter their own kinsmen in cold blood, High Elves. Have you no shame?"

"Knew it! Ain't ever met an honest Altmer!" Siaenach exclaimed, raising her bow, beginning to take aim, very carefully.

Tireace smiled with the distraction that the others provided her with and went up to Aradusk, seeing if her gift from her father would work "Please do not attack us, we mean no harm, we are far too rash but with good intentions in our hearts. Please tell us, why are you attacking these refugees?" She said smiling innocently,

"Tireace! Get down!" Irri shouted, firing her bow steadily, every single arrow finding a mark... Usually a mortal one.

The Thalmor sprang into action, attacking the Chosen. Aradusk scanned the bodies of the refugees before riding away on his own, leaving his troops to fight.

Siaenach hurriedly fired her arrow, disregarding actual aiming and just letting it fly in the general direction of the Thalmor, before switching to her sword.

"I hate open combat!" she muttered to herself before running forward, sword raised above her head in a fast paced charge.

Irri half drew her bow, and sprinted after Sieanach.

Tireace shrieked and jumped back, she then slapped any thalmor that came near her making them catch on by a magical fire "I. Hate. Fighting!" she yelled when dashing for the safety of the rest of the group.

The Breton watched with a deepening frown as Sieanach and Irriwen sprinted off - and, too, did Aradusk, in a direction away from the Chosen. But there was no time to consider. With a quick, fluid motion, Sebastien swung his leg over the horse and leapt down, landing on the ground with a gentle thud. He drew his sword from his hilt with one hand and extended the other toward Tireace protectively as she neared, beckoning her to his side.

Tireace went to sebastien's side smiling at him gratefully. She then made sure that herself and her allies were protected even a little by casting oakflesh on them.

Feather-Tail hastily dismounted and joined the close-quarters battle, eager to spill Elven blood with his curved blade.

Irri moved lithely towards the Thalmor, raising her bow, and tensing the string. She chose one of the opposing Altmer, and, holding her breath, loosed the shaft.

Elyntine simultaneously slid from her saddle and unsheathed her longsword. The Dunmer unleashed a volley of fire on the attackers but did not move forward, remaining next to her steed.

Tireace yelled "leave one alive! For information!" while shooting her arm up straight in the air to summon a dremora.

Sebsatien offered Tireace a nod and stepped before her left side after she joined him, leaving enough room for the other Breton half shielded behind his frame. He was momentarily distracted by the Altmer's grating voice in his ear, and jerked his head quickly toward Aramith as he raced off. Impatient gold-colored twit, he thought of grumbling, but had little time to consider it. Elyntine's fire whizzed past, and next to him Tireace was readying her own spell. He considered the two women briefly, then turned about, took several authoritative steps toward the skirmish, and raised his sword against the nearest attacker.