Gary
"As you wish, Feldros. Now then, let's get a move on."

*Donning his helm once more, Nothwulf gripped his greatsword with both hands, raising the blade in an aggressive stance as he advanced behind Feldros.*
Gregory
*The doors fly open, Ervana dashing out with the Dwarven Spheres on her tail. The clanking and clanging of the automations behind her sound like they are right on too of her. With no other choice, she spins on heel and begins firing arrows as she continues to run backwards. One of the spheres fire its weapon, sending a dwarven bolt through the air, and slices Ervana's side.*

"Ahhhh!" *She winces in pain but keeps pushing herself to get away from the enemies. At this point, she is completely blinded by pain and adrenaline, unaware of the others that had joined the battle.*
Dalene
He swings his mace, slamming it into the side of one of the spheres, knocking it off balance, as it swings its blade at him he blocks the attack with his buckler, countering with a mace swing, breaking the arm off, "It'll take more than that to take me out." He says boldly
Gary
*Nothwulf made his move, rushing forward with his greatsword in hand. For a man in full ebony plate, he moved surprisingly quick, and in one swift motion rose the sword up and brought it down upon the arm of one of the spheres. The ebony blade wasn't visibly damaged, and being a sword it did simply bounce off rather than cutting it. However, it left quite a dent in the metal strut, even bending it somewhat. Following his initial strike, he lifted a boot-clad foot and pushed all his weight into the Dwemer sphere's chest, shoving it back a few feet.*
Gregory
*Holding her side with one hand, Ervana watches the others fight a battle she started. Both men fighting bravely as she just stands there, knowing she can't do anything against the machines with arrows. All they would do is be deflected by their metal exteriors.

Ervana looks around to see if there's any way she can help, when a pile of debris catches her eye. In the pile gleams a large, decorative, dwarven strut!*

"That should do it!" *She pulls it free from the pile and charges into battle, swinging the strut down onto a sphere.*
Dalene
He watches the sphere crumple under the strut, letting out a triumphant laugh, he tosses his grappling hook, wrapping the rope around a sphere, the plants his foot in its "Neck" And twists, breaking the head off, then tosses his Skeevaton at the sphere Nothwulf was fighting, it starts slowly draining the power from the sphere, making it sluggish
Gary
"Ha, you've got some peculiar interests, Feldros!"

*With a flick of his hands and a bit of flourish, Nothwulf was now grasping his sword by the blade, and he proceeded to batter and strike at the sluggish sphere's armor with the sturdy pommel, slamming it once and again many times as its armor crumpled and its limbs bent so much they barely worked. With the sphere done, he sheathed his sword and proceeded to twist and shake the sphere's arms with his hands, wrestling them until they came free and snapped off.*
Gregory
*Ervana lifts the strut once more and repeatedly bashes the last sphere, rushing in from her right. Her mind lost in a sea of adrenaline, even after the automation stops moving, no sound of mechanical parts sputtering, she continues to crush the metal contraption, oblivious to her still bleeding wound.*

"Blasted Dwarves! Their mindless technology! Confusing! Underground! CITIES!"
Dalene
He lets out a laugh as she destroys the sphere, then moves his arm in her way, stopping her, "Alright, it's dead, you can calm down girl." He says, his voice calm, but optimistic, "It's a good thing the animunculi can't leave the ruins, it'd be a major problem if they could spell disaster for the locals." He starts digging through the scrap heaps that were once attacking them, taking cogs and other useful salvage, "Why make your own when you can take prefabs."
Gary
"You'll live lass, the contraptions are broken. It's the bleeding you've got to worry about, *Your* Bleeding that is. That and the Falmer that wander about deeper down the halls."

*Looking around the halls and moving forward, Nothwulf kept his sword ready as he searched for something. The light of the lantern at his hip pierced the darkness, illuminating halls of weathered stonework and the bronze-gold sheen of Dwemer metal. The helm turned to look around, eyeing the distant gleam of a gate.*

"You can have the leftovers of those things, I'd rather look for something myself or my brothers in arms can make use of like weapons or armor. The contraptions are a problem, but the Dwemer were at least fine craftsmen. Couldn't hurt to gather supplies once the Falmer are dealt with."
Gregory
*Ervana jumps at the closeness of the stranger. Then all at once, everything hit her; the strangers in her presence, the busted and destroyed remains of automations, her bleeding wound that is now burning her side in pain!

She drops to her knees, clenching her side. If only she didn't run out of potions earlier in her travel.*

"Could anyone spare a healing potion?" *She asks, ignoring her shyness due to her situation.*
Dalene
He tosses her a health potion as he digs through the remains, "Nothing too useful..." He says to himself, "Some scrap, some ore, a cog or two..." The skeevaton chitters, glowing a bit, "Oh yes, and some soul gems. Good find." He isn't bending his head, rather leaning down with his whole torso, his helmet restricts his movement quite a bit, as well as his peripheral vision, "You said there were Falmer down here, do you have scope on their concentration? How far in, how many, so on and so forth?"
Gary
"Not their exact depth, but I know they've settled in somewhere fairly deep. Probably have a small 'village' of sorts down here, and a bunch of chauruses. They're blind so light is no issue, but they've got damn good hearing. And somehow a few of them are smart enough to use magic. But they're not the worst thing down here, that goes to the Centurions."

*Walking further down the hall, Nothwulf came upon something. A barred gate on the side, blocking off a small chamber. Inside there was a rather large carved chest, and he eyed the walls and floor of the interior carefully. He put his hand on one of the bars and jostled it, but it didn't open.*

"Got a way to get through a lock? This one seems sturdy, and mind what's inside. Can't see it all clearly, but it's probably rigged with a trap."
Gregory
*Ervana nods at the kind gesture. She takes the potion, stands, and addresses the others.*

"Thank you. You don't want to go any further, trust me!" *Her eyes scan everything carefully.* "You especially don't want to cross paths with a centurion!