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Casamir whistled, amused, as Emric summoned his familiar. He had underestimated the small nervous archer, even as he had cautioned himself not to. Everyone here had been skilled enough to be chosen for the task, and even the meek breton had a trick or two up his sleeve.
He followed the rest of the group, being careful to watch his step. Even the muffled footsteps of the fellowship echoed off of the walls, the smallest stumble could give away their position. Adrenaline sharpened his senses, and even the sound of water dripping from a stalactite was deafening and simultaneously ominous.
Crouched on one knee along with the others, his eyes had trouble picking out the threats his companions scouted from this distance, but the black and gold billowing robe was unmistakeable.
Thalmor.
Political implications aside, even the most modest of Thalmor agents were highly trained, formidable with a blade and deadly with destruction magic. And if this agent was on a mission alone, he wasn't a modest one. This turned an otherwise one sided fight into a dangerous battle.
Casamir knew the immediate future contained fire and lightning. This did not worry him, his wards have never been broken, and that record would not be tarnished today. It also brought him comfort that some of that elemental fury would be weilded by his companions. He knew at least a handful had experience in destruction. Cosset seemed the most magically inclined, and if she was as talented as she insisted, would be a valuable asset.
Allerya's plan made sense, using the strongest and most stalwart to draw attention while the rest started dropping bodies. He wondered to himself if any besides Emric had experience with conjuration, as summoned creatures would make a strong addition to the frontal force. He leaned toward the breton, speaking under his breath.
"I don't know if you can summon another familiar, but now might be a good time."
The ranged fighters would most likely cover those fighting on the ground, and Casamir knew to play to his strength. He was no good at range, so he was going to get up close and personal with any mages among their adversaries. If he got the chance, he'd square off with that Thalmor, keep him busy while his companions thinned out the rest. Although confident he could keep the more skilled adversary at bay, he hoped someone would help finish him off.
He carefully drew his short sword in his right hand in a reverse grip. He spread out the fingers of his left hand facing the ground. A ward spread outward from his hand as he did so, and withdrew back into his palm as he relaxed. He did so again, like stretching a sword arm before a duel. He tensed up his shoulders, and they hardened to stone. He relaxed them as well, shrugging the last of the spell out of his muscles.
He cracked his neck and looked to their leader, ready to follow her into the fray.
He followed the rest of the group, being careful to watch his step. Even the muffled footsteps of the fellowship echoed off of the walls, the smallest stumble could give away their position. Adrenaline sharpened his senses, and even the sound of water dripping from a stalactite was deafening and simultaneously ominous.
Crouched on one knee along with the others, his eyes had trouble picking out the threats his companions scouted from this distance, but the black and gold billowing robe was unmistakeable.
Thalmor.
Political implications aside, even the most modest of Thalmor agents were highly trained, formidable with a blade and deadly with destruction magic. And if this agent was on a mission alone, he wasn't a modest one. This turned an otherwise one sided fight into a dangerous battle.
Casamir knew the immediate future contained fire and lightning. This did not worry him, his wards have never been broken, and that record would not be tarnished today. It also brought him comfort that some of that elemental fury would be weilded by his companions. He knew at least a handful had experience in destruction. Cosset seemed the most magically inclined, and if she was as talented as she insisted, would be a valuable asset.
Allerya's plan made sense, using the strongest and most stalwart to draw attention while the rest started dropping bodies. He wondered to himself if any besides Emric had experience with conjuration, as summoned creatures would make a strong addition to the frontal force. He leaned toward the breton, speaking under his breath.
"I don't know if you can summon another familiar, but now might be a good time."
The ranged fighters would most likely cover those fighting on the ground, and Casamir knew to play to his strength. He was no good at range, so he was going to get up close and personal with any mages among their adversaries. If he got the chance, he'd square off with that Thalmor, keep him busy while his companions thinned out the rest. Although confident he could keep the more skilled adversary at bay, he hoped someone would help finish him off.
He carefully drew his short sword in his right hand in a reverse grip. He spread out the fingers of his left hand facing the ground. A ward spread outward from his hand as he did so, and withdrew back into his palm as he relaxed. He did so again, like stretching a sword arm before a duel. He tensed up his shoulders, and they hardened to stone. He relaxed them as well, shrugging the last of the spell out of his muscles.
He cracked his neck and looked to their leader, ready to follow her into the fray.