She stopped, noticing a new light over the wall. "I've wasted too much time," she muttered as she summoned a large spectral hawk. Climbing on, she glanced at the Orc. "Come lend me a hand when you're done with whatever it is you two are doing." She took off, quickly banking towards the Gildergreen.

"HAHAHAHA!! I, Vorohah, have returned!" People started screaming. "It is time to end everything and take my rightful place among the Daedra!"

An arrow flew towards Vorohah. A Greater Ward absorbed the shot. "Who dares--ah, the rat! Why do you always try to save the day when you're nothing compared to me?"

Aksel sees Falin Nightlake and Makor coming behind Vorohah. Hadar's hovering closer and closer. "A rat can do a lot. Especially when it has some bigger friends." Aksel sees everyone's ready to fight. He readies another arrow and says, "ATTACK!!!" 

Falin chuckled, "Kid's got some nerve giving orders. I like him." The hawk took a steep dive and banked, allowing her to loose several enchanted arrows at the crazed man. The arrows ignited as they drew closer to their mark. Leaping from the great bird, the Immortal landed beside Aksel.

Makor runs towards Vorohah "Come on, milk drinker, give me everything!"

Aksel fired his own arrows. The attacks barely affected Vorohah. "ARGH!! How dare you attack a god!"

"Falin, Makor, follow me!" Aksel ran into a building.

People were inside, some hiding, some packing their bags to leave. "Everyone stay safe. I've got this covered."

"A God?" Makor asks Falin using telepathy. 

She watched the younger Bosmer closely. "Well you seem to have a plan, so let's hear it." She frowned a little at Makor's message. 'I'm not sure either, he either thinks he is one or wants to become one. Either way he's insane.'

Makor walks back and creates a ring of lava around Voroah. 

Vorohah's gem became icy bright blue and froze the lava. His gem turned to the vibrating water. A large vibration ringed out and shattered the lava. "Even an Immortal is no match for me!"

"Falin. We are going to hide in the buildings. I'm weak, but I can hide. Look for anything you can use." Aksel found some oil and dipped his arrows in. He lit a torch on the wall. "Fire arrows. Best I can do. Explosives would help..."

Makor turned to Falin "Where's Sauriil when we need him?"

(EXACTLY.)

"Shatter the windows!" Using a chair, he broke the windows. He looked out to Makor. "MAKOR!! Get in the building!"

The Bosmer snorted, "Likely off in Apocrypha again . . . " Shaking her head, she looked at Aksel. "Explosives you say?" She withdrew a scroll from a pouch and held it out to Aksel. "This will give you a quiver of enchanted arrows Sauriil and I made. The arrows are made from the bones of birds, so you know they'll fly true. The enchantment makes them explode when they strike, kind of like a fireball spell if you've seen them."

Aksel took the scroll and tried to read it, even though it was upside-down. "How do I use it? I'm not a magic guy."

Falin gave a quiet chuckle. "Trust me, you're not going to be able to read it." Reaching out with the slightest bit of Magicka in her fingertips, she touched the scroll. In a flash, a quiver of arrows were now in Aksel's hands.