The battle raged between the Deadra and the Troll as Arellius and his companions continued to look on. It did seem the Deadra was winning: the Troll was now engulfed in the blistering flames; its cries had become more high-pitched and anguished - a weaker individual might have sympathised with it. It was as the beast looked near-finished that the Deadra raised his blade to apply the finishing blow. He brought the sword up before swiping at an angle that looked sure to catch the Troll at its nape.
It made it to within inches.
In an act of desperation the Troll grasped its beastly hand around the blade. It yowled as pain swept through it before using the leverage to pull its opponent closer and deliver a savage blow to its head with his own. The fire went out - the group relapsed into blindness. For the next several moments anything could have happened: it was quieter than it had been prior. It was with a sudden roar followed by a loud crack that events came back into focus for them: the Deadra careered into the cavern wall a foot from their position - visible at such a distance he bled heavily from his face, though despite that still seemed alive; he emitted a weak groan of despair.
The sound of the Troll advancing could be heard at the same time. Niralie and Valentia could just see Arellius' hand begin to drop for his own blade.








