Aksel put the quiver on and took out an arrow, testing it and lining it up with his bow. "Alright. Let's do this."

"ARGH!!" he growled. It hurt him by only a little. The gem was protecting him.

Aksel aimed his bow at Vorohah. He loosed his arrow. It hit Vorohah in the ribs and caused an explosion, stopping his hovering. He was weakening, but only by the slightest bit. The explosion caught Hadar's attention and he could see Aksel and Falin.

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Aksel put the quiver on and took out an arrow, testing it and lining it up with his bow. "Alright. Let's do this."

(Are the arrows infinite?)

(No, TES still follows basic logic)

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(No, TES still follows basic logic)

 

(Think he was only asking because Falin used a scroll to conjure the quiver. No, there's only about 50 arrows in it.)

"Nice! Falin, this building is our hiding spot. We can't go out there in the open. We'll shoot. Switch between windows. Dodge his attacks. The building will take the damage for us." He moved to a different window and aimed.

The Bosmer hummed a little in thought. "It's worth a try, but Nordic building aren't the strongest by any means. So be ready to run."

Hadar punched Vorohah in the face and jaw about 5 times, he took a few hits from ice and lightning which slowed him down but he managed to summon his chain scythe and swing it at Vorohah's head hoping too hit him

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Hadar punched him in the face and jaw about 5 times before summoning his chain scythe and swinging it at his head hoping too hit him

(Punched who

Aksel shot an arrow. It hit Vorohah's side, under the arm. Overwhelmed, he hit Hadar into a nearby building and launched fire at them.

The enchanted flames eagerly began to consume the building. Searing flames worked their way inside while smothering smoke blocked vision and breath. Run. Flee or be consumed by the flames. Escape or suffocate in the thick, black smoke. "No, no!" Falin choked, staggering away from the flames.

"Move up a story!" He ran the stairs. "Keep fighting!" He took anything he could and threw it at the windows, shattering as many as he can. "Vorohah, you son of a bitch!" He shot another arrow and missed. He ran to another window.

The quickly charring wood already began to groan and creek. The old building wasn't going to last much longer. Fear had seized the Immortal. The flames had brought memories. Screams of pain, weapons shattering bone and carving flesh. Blood. So much blood. Then the fire that destroyed it all.

Instinct seemed to take  over. Racing upstairs, she seized the younger Bosmer and jerked him out the window with her. They crashed into the thatched roof of the neighboring building.

Makor looks down at Falin "Bitch never lets us have any fun." he mutters.