Thu'um from within...?

"Hahaha! Forgive me for being heavy HANDED!" Irarus shouts as he brings his gem Warhammer down on the hapless Imperial soldier, the armoured man's body collapses into itself as the attack connects, as if he'd been placed in a hydraulic press.

Blood erupts from the mangled body, splattering the other Imperial soldiers who were unfortunate enough to witness the gory sight. Some instantly drop their weapons and begin fleeing while others go into a rage and charge the large Eredar.

"I'LL KILL YOU, ABOMINATION!" one man shouts, only to be shot by a dozen ice shards that throw him to the ground with many fist-sized holes being left as the ice dissipates.

"Less playing around, Irarus. We have a duty to do." Ennura chides as she thrusts her palm to the side, blasting another group of Imperial men with a wave of ice, flash-freezing them in place.

"Do not tell me you dislike fighting these invaders! We are not as powerless as last time! Revel in it!" he exclaims, raising his off-hand and throwing a summoned hammer made of light which crushes another man into pulp.

Ennura shakes her head, "I am not saying don't enjoy the battle, I am saying to keep it in moderation."

Irarus dodges a slash and allows another to glance off of his horns, he then headbutts the offending man which crushes his neck and kills him instantly. "Let us leave the discussions for after the battle! Continue your work and keep an eye on the recruits!" he says, charging forward like a rampaging elephant, leaving Ennura with the rest of the Eredar fighting force.

She lets out a sigh and turns her gaze upwards, over the largest concentration of Imperial men in her vicinity. "You heard Irarus men! Stay shard, stay together! Leave none behind!" she shouts as she summons an ice storm above the enemy, causing large shards of ice to fall down upon them.

"Watch out!" someone shouts from her side, allowing her to spot the formerly invisible Thalmor attempting to stab her with a dagger.

"WRETCH! YOU DIE HERE!" the elf shouts, lunging with the blade and hoping to strike her heart through her robes.

"I think not!" Ennura casually retorts, blasting the man with arcane energy which throws him backwards and atop the spears of her fellow Eredar. "Your kin will soon follow you, Thalmor!" she says as the elf is speared in many directions, quickly passing from the grievous wounds.

"Demon or elf, we will never be slaves." she mutters to herself.

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Michael had quickly made his way to the rear guard of the Imperial force, there he found siege weapons being wheeled into position to begin firing upon the city, as if they didn't care that they'd be causing civilian casualties.

He ignites the nearby trebuchets and moves on, finding the many small groups of mages that were casting bombardment spells... Along with a few Thalmor that were leading those operations.

"Continue firing spells atop that barrier! Break it and burn those behind it! For the Empire!" the Thalmor commands, his face wincing slightly as he shouts the last words.

"I'm about to give this elf a new rectum, this remind you of the old days Derf?" Michael asks as he gets into position behind the Thalmor mage.

"It's vague, but I don't recall my previous wearers after striking elves from behind... Actually, they only killed one person from behind." the sentient sword says.

Michael shrugs, "Well, we wanna catch their attention... Why not try using your new shout once I've thrust you?"

"You are a dastardly evil person, partner..."

"I know..." he says with a grin, stabbing Derflinger deeply into the back of the Thalmor, deep enough so Derflinger's Aetherium head is lodged within the wound.

"W-wh-at!?" the elf whispers in shock, unable to be any louder due to one of his lungs collapsing.

"No, it's 'You should have gone for the head'" Michael states.

"D-damn you..."

Michael shakes his head, "Whatever, boring guy. Derflinger, hit it!" he exclaims as the other mages begin noticing him.

Then, a muffled "FUS RO DAH!" is heard, followed by the Thalmore exploding into a rain of blood, bits and pieces of his body raining down upon the nearby Imperials.

"OH GODS, MONSTAH!" one man screams before vomiting, which is followed by many others. Mages weren't the most gutsy sort, so seeing someone literally evaporate after being stabbed was a big shock...

Huh, would people think that getting stabbed by him makes them explode? That'd be a funny thing to encourage.

"Who's next!? Who wants to join your Thalmor buddy!?"

...

"KILL EMMMMM!"

Michael raises his arm as spells begin flying at him, his Auroth-gifted scales blocking most of the damage while he swats some of the more powerful spells away with Derflinger, the sentient swords absorbing their magic with far greater efficiency than it ever could before.

He Blinks forwards and touches one of the more powerful mages on the chest while activating his [Wynningbaldr] runes. It goes as expected, the man screams and explodes in a similar manner to the Thalmor earlier.

"DIVINES SAVE US! I'M NOT FIGHTING THIS BEAST!" a mage exclaims and begins fleeing, not wishing to end up 'exploded' like his comrades.

Michael summons his Frost Wings and flies upwards to look around for the douche-bag Thalmor that'd been so cocky during the negotiations. Despite the chaos of the battle, he does eventually spot the elf, who seemed to be trying to conceal himself with the bodies of his allies, the man's eyes occasionally flitting to Michael.

"Gotcha." he grins and is about to turn the man to mulch when something else catches his eye... Thick black plumes of smoke were rising from the city behind him... Winterhold was burning.

"What the fuck..." he turns towards the Thalmor who'd noticed Michael's gaze and starts running.

In response, Michael begins gliding towards the Thalmor, all the while slapping away arrows that were shot at him.

Soon enough he grabs the back of the robed elf's head in a tight grip which was almost enough to crush his skull on the spot. "You're coming with me, buddy."