Melody
Shorfrid listened to the commander as she explained her feelings on wingelm's segregation with a nod, yet then into the vitriol of genocide she grimaced. The young nord chose to turn her gaze from the commander and watch the scout make their way back to the camp. 

Her stew bowl was nearly empty and she could literally see go time approaching. She hadn't any appetite anymore so she dumped the remains into the snow and stood to check her gear with pats of her hand and tests of her straps.
Kyle
"They're coming. Just down the road!"

*Dasil got set the stew down and calmly went into the Tent to retrieve her helmet. It was the Winged crusader helmet, just as the legends foretold. She wasn't so... Passionate, about the altmer until she got the armor.*

"6 with me, 6 on the other side of the road. Wait until my signal. Remain hidden. You."

*She pointed at Shorfrid with the mace.*

"With me."
Melody
Shorfrid grabbed up her helmet warm to the touch next to thebfirebsyones. She watched the commander with close intent and nodded when she was given her directive.

"Aye!" She said slining her shield out from her back and pulling the steel axe from her strap. She smacked her chest with the broad end. She was ready to go.
Kyle
*They would kneel in the snowy underbrush near some isolated trees. They were in view now. 5 Imperials, one heavily armored. 3 Thalmor, 2 mages, and the Alinor noble. They would begin to pass. Right when they were between the 2 groups, the signal came. A whistle. The other group was first to fight, taking the Thalmor. That left the Imperials to them. Dasil was first to draw blood, crushing the skull of an Imperial recruit with the mace. 4 left. The armored one had already taken a Stormcloak... And was approaching Shorfrid.*
Melody
Shorfrid charged the line at the instant the whistle came. Half way through the charge her sheild was raised and held as far forward as she could hold it while running. As she approached the imperial captain she made her body small and kept the sheild two feet from her. She lunged to bash the heavy in an attempt to stagger him. Then her axe went for side swipe to the gap of plates at the ankle.
Kyle
*A hit. It would sever his Achilles tendon, leaving him out of combat. Dasil had killed two more in that time, and the Alinor Noble was already secure. There was one left, actively avoiding the blood covered monster that had killed 3 already. He was after Shorfrid, lunging at her with a spear.*
Melody
Shorfrid once again maintained the sheild between her and the attacker deflecting the spear away past her axe hand side. The shield-sister charged the spearman with her bear emblazoning leading the way. She got close enough to keep the spear tip behind her in attempt to knock the man off his feet.
Kyle
*He fell on his feet and one of the men decapitated him with his axe. The Thalmor were dead as well. The snow was red, beginning to melt from the heat of the blood. She approached the now tied and bound Noble, staring down. You could see the fear in his eyes. His bickering with the soldiers was stopped when he saw her. The Crusader.*

"What will we do with him?"

*She said aloud.*
Melody
Shorfrid returned to the imperial captain strugglingbto crawl away with his limp left leg. She stood over him for a moment eyes gazing blankly down not at him, just beside him. Her axe came down onto his head, and he stopped crawling. She retracted the axe and walked back to her commander.

"You are the commander." She expressed between heavy exhaustive breaths. "But he is a civilian, a summary field execution would violate law, and have consiquences far beyond the power of your antiques. Besides capture, means interrogation, intelligence, and it draws out more thalmor seeking to fulfill a ransom." She explained as fully, but breifly as she could.
Kyle
*"Yes, y-yes what she said! Yes, please! I-I dont want to die!"

She knelt down above him.*

"You dont feel very strongly about that hatred of mortality now, do you."

*Her voice was muffled by the helmet. It almost sounded robotic. She brought the mace down right next to his head. Just to mess with him. She stood up.*

"Put him in a tent. Don't be gentle. Not until we figure out what he wants."

*She took stock of the carnage. 2 dead stormcloaks. 3 with significant injuries. She walked to the most dire one, hand cut open, wrapped in a blue cloth. She used restoration to heal him. The others could manage.*

"Fine work today, men. Damn fine."
Melody
When Shorfrid saw the mace move to strike the man she looked at a yet blodless patch of snow at the ditch. And when she heard the mace strike dirt she turned hesitantly to dip her vision's toes in the waters of what might be abhorrent. But it wasnt. She didn't sigh with relief or thank the gods. But at least she wasn't pained.

Shorfrid took to the new prisoner and attended his bindings before shoving him towards the camp and tent a few hundred yards out of sight and over hill.

The elf tried to speak once, and she tied a bandage wrap into his mouth like a gag. Tight and uncomfortable, but at least it kept the man from spouting off his idiodic prideful nonsense.