Gary
"Then we shall save the talk for later."

*Rushing into the battle, Nothwulf held his sword tight as he ran toward one of the Falmer, raising up his sword and bringing it down onto its shoulder. In one swift movement, an arm was rended from its body, and a bleeding stump left behind. Nothwulf then followed up by shoving the injured Falmer toward the crowd as cannon fodder.*
Gregory
*Ervana retrieves her weapons. She returns her quiver to her back, draws her bow, and fires. Two falmer drop dead, arrows piercing their hearts.*
Dalene
He tosses his skeevaton toward the centurion, which doesn't notice it. The Skeevaton begins slowly sapping the magicka from the entire crowd, before releasing it in a glorious explosion, destroying a a solid quarter of the combined forces, "Hahaha!!" He shouts, before killing one of the bandits with a mace to the head
Gary
*Moving on from the Falmer, Nothwulf ran with great speed towards one of the surviving bandits, charging head on with his sword. Initially the bandit managed to dodge out of the way, only for Nothwulf to spin around and hit hard with a swing of his blade. The bandit's decapitated head almost leapt from the neck, landing on the floor with a thud. For a fleeting moment, the severed head blinked with what fading life it had, before falling dead at last.*
Gregory
*Ervana places her bow in her back in its clasp, unties the sword, and charges the remaining enemies. She swings the weapon, slicing both a bandit and a falmer across their centers, splitting them in two. Another falmer jumps from a pod behind her, heading straight for her.

Like the Falmer, Ervana's hearing is heightened, she can hear the falmer coming from behind. Just as it was above her, almost within striking distance of its sword, she dive rolls, taking out her bow in the process, and fires arrows. The falmer skids across the ground, dead.*

"Dirty, blind bastards! Though these things were supposed to be the most intelligent Mer other than the dwarves?"
Dalene
"That's a debate nobody wants to have." He says with a chuckle, destroying a dwemer spider, "I'd put my money on the Dunmer, personally, but I may be biased." The centurion swings down, and Feldros narrowly avoids it, alas he can't avoid the blast of steam, he sighs disappointedly, "I'm gonna be cleaning condensation from my joints for weeks now!"