Justin
"Well then. That's an approach." He says with a laugh, moving in, shield raised, sword behind him, just out of sight. He rushes one of the warriors, Sica easily slicing their neck open, their body weighed down by the enchantment, collapsing to the ground, he quickly tosses a handful of caltrops onto the ground near the werewolf, then takes cover, sticking a damp-looking cloth into a bottle, striking a match on the bottom of his boot, then tosses the bottle, a Molotov Cocktail of sorts, "FIREBALL!" He shouts, throwing it at one of the other lesser warriors, setting them ablaze
Celia
*The werewolf had stepped on the caltrops... But achel had been hit with an arrow. He was able to take out the werewolf, but the other briarheart was coming for him. In a flash of blue light... Something happened. It wasn't clear what happened... But the briarheart was split cleanly in two. The other briarheart, now getting up, hit him in the chestplate, but he cracked his elk skull helmet with the hilt of his Katana and it knocked him out, before he hit the ground and was cut in the throat. The archers had been taken out by the guards. Everything was on fire, there was blood everywhere. There were more forces up on the ridge, but they were retreating. Whatever Achel just did scared them. But he was covered in blood and dealing with an arrow in his shoulder...*
Justin
"Well then, that showed em." He says with a laugh, "One of you boys get a water bucket! I want that fire extinguished!" He shouts, he may not be captain here but his voice still carries like he is. He takes a healing potion out of his bag and hands it to Achel, "Here you go, lad. Arrow hit you good, but didn't seem to nick anything major." He grabs his sword and breaks the arrow tip off, "There, should come out smoothly without messing anything else up, save for a few splinters, but those'll heal up."
Celia
*His took the potion with his left hand. It was faintly glowing with an ethereal energy. He drank the potion and wiped blood off of his facd.*

"They wont come back. Not a fucking chance..."

*He held his shoulder as it healed. Guards came to put out the fire, and handle the corpses. He knew what he had just done... But didn't say anything about it. But just briefly... It was a Shehai...*
Justin
"So that light," He says, followed by a quick whistle to call his horse, "You a mage? Thought Redguards all hated magic... Not to sound ignorant." He says, realizing how bad it sounded, "Got a theory on what that was... But I find it hard to believe."
Celia
"No... Barely a mage. Some alteration. Your... "Theory"... Probably correct."

*He had sufficiently stabilized himself.*

"It hasn't happened since the War though... I dont know how in oblivion it works... Those sorts of things... It's not conventional "Magic"."
Justin
"Shehai. The Spirit Sword. So you're a regular Rada al-Saran, huh?" He says with a laugh, "No wonder those Forsworn were scared shitless. Probably thought you were the reincarnation of Red Eagle."
Celia
"Even when i did it in the War... It was dismissed as rumours. I've read a bit on it... To try and understand it. But i have no control over it... That was just a single slash, one big fuck you to them... And it did that. I need to train it... Maybe my "Spirit is too tumultuous"... Or whatever else they'd say back home."
Justin
"Remember hearing that to use it proper you have to 'give your heart to a cause' or somethin, maybe it was something about love? I dunno, don't read that much history. Everything I know are accounts, secondhand ones at that." He says, "There's word that one of Hermaeus Mora's daedric lackey's made their home in the Rift, haven't had time to investigate myself, but hey, they might have info you want. So long as you put your Ebonarm Allegiance aside for the greater good."
Celia
"Ugh... It's always that spiritual shit..."

*He stared at his left hand.*

"I'll develop it in battle. Ebonarm would want that."

*He turned towards the east.*

"You're probably safe now."
Justin
"Perhaps your love of battle will fuel your Shehai, then." He says with a chuckle, "Riften's far east, so if you're headed that way I wouldn't mind the company." He mounts his horse, stroking its mane
Celia
"Stopping in whiterun... To see the rest of us."

*He rolled his ebony katana in his knuckle, twirling it before putting it in its sheath. He was ready to go.*
Justin
"Figured as much." He said, "Then that'll be where we part ways. Oh and, thanks for makin sure our Altmer friend didn't get too roughed up by those guards. He's a valuable contact of mine."
Celia
"Don't know why he was your first choice."

*He held a good walking pace. He stopped at one of the dead forsworn. He took a wrapping from the body's arm, and wrapped it around his forehead, with two long ribbons hanging from the back. Symbolic of something, maybe.*
Justin
"Oh, I just thought it would be funny. Force a pompous Direnni to squabble with peons." He says with a laugh, "Eugh, you're really gonna wear that? Could've at least cleaned it first. Gross."
Celia
"It's something my father did. I don't know if its redoran tradition... But he wore a headband after he triumphed in something. Added onto it with every victory. I think I'm worthy now... Taking it from here makes it mean more."

*He grinned.*

"I'm already soaked in this much fucking blood I dont think it matters at this point."
Justin
"Blood is one thing but... Do the Forsworn *Bathe*?" He says, feigning a disgusted shiver, "But hey, glad you feel worthy or whatever. Go you."
Celia
"I've smelled most of their camps... Maybe 1/3 of them bathe. Not the warriors."

*He looked forward.*

"What is your story anyway? You already know enough about me..."
Justin
"Not much to tell. Guard Captain in Riften, somewhat infamous for it, I should add, as I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty when the situation calls for it. Typically getting help from unsavory sources."
Celia
"At least you're honest. It's the guild down there, isn't it? I sold some swords i took from bandits to an argonian smith there... The little guild marks on the buildings aren't subtle."
Justin
"I don't work with them anymore, too far in Maven's pockets for my liking." He says, "I work mostly with small timers, as well as some from outside Skyrim."
Celia
"Her drink tastes like piss anyway. Maybe I'm just too used to Rum and Brandy. The mead here... Too fucking sweet."
Justin
"You'd think Rum would be sweeter, being made out of sugarcane." He says with a chuckle
Celia
"It isnt honey at least. There was good wine locally on Stros M'Kai. A Dunmer owned a vineyard there... The Thalmor destroyed it. That and every other good thing in Hammerfell..."
Justin
"Hey but it united the Crowns and Forebears." He says, "So there's that, at least."
Celia
"Their conflict would have never reached the level of destruction that the Dominion achieved. It's why I'm here... It's depressing there now. I'd be safer there, no Thalmor, but... It's saddening."
Justin
"And now the Thalmor are trying to take control here." He says, "Suppose that's part of why your Order is here, no?"