Gary
"When the Centurion is out or those bandits wrap up with the automatons, then I can run in and finish off what's left. Keep away from the Centurion if you get it moving, you don't want to tangle with a giant made of metal."
Gregory
*Ervana takes off her quiver of arrows, unties the sword, and places them on the stone floor with her bow, don't want to make any noise. Armed with only her dagger, she drops to a crouch, and starts creeping her way towards the centurion.

The sound of fighting in the distance makes her even more afraid to be going near the monstrosity, yet she continues forward.*

"Divines protect me! Please don't be active! Please don't be active!" *She whispers to herself softly. Inch by inch, Ervana can feel her heart beating faster and harder the closer she gets, the metal monster getting bigger and bigger.*

*A loud noise sends Ervana into fight or flight mode. She dives into the shadows next to the arch. Just in time too, as soon as she disappears in the cover of darkness, the centurion activates and begins to spit and sputter to life!*
Shannon
**Chthunk Chthunk** The tubes slam back into the gantry, with a loud **KTHOOM** The Centurion steps out of the frame. Steam sprays out of its vents as it charges toward the bandits, knocking one of them clean into a wall. Two Dwarven Ballistae enter the fray, moving to a ledge that sits above the antechamber, firing off bolts at the bandits. All the noise catches the ears of the Falmer, a Nightstalker climbs through one of the pods, along with a handful of plain Falmer, A battle of 3 groups breaks out, the Bandits surrounded.
Dalene
"Well the centurion's up. Hopefully they kill eachother off," He says, "If the lass gets in any trouble we charge in, yeah? Since we're the reason she's over there."
Gary
"Aye, we can handle it. Far as I see it there isn't a way for it to go badly. Either we deal with the stragglers, or we die well. Whether a Mer goes to Sovngarde is up for debate, but I say anyone who fights well has earned a place in the Hall of Valor, I could care less for what blood you have."

*Behind the golden face plate, Nothwulf smiled. Seems he was an eternal optimist after all, in the face of a difficult fight he was nonchalant and sounded pretty happy with himself.*
Gregory
*Ervana stays in the shadows, frozen in place from fear, her eyes glued to the centurion. If she is spotted, she's a goner for sure! A dagger is no use against something that huge, especially metal.

The centurion starts towards the sounds that disturbed its slumber. Ervana watches closely, waiting for the right moment to run back to the others.*
Shannon
The 3 groups are trapped in all out combat. None of them are really focused on anything else, the only ones there that *Could* Possibly see Ervana would be the Ballistae, but they're currently firing on the Bandits and Falmer
Dalene
"I've no desire to end up in Sovngarde when I die." He says, "I doubt there's a place in any afterlife for an old soul such as mine." He says. He turns dials on his goggles to allow him to see farther, watching the crowd.
Gary
"So be it, I suppose. Not every soul desires eternal feasting and battle. But what makes you say that nothing awaits you in the afterlife? Surely there is a god that would invite you to their domain when you pass on."

*He spoke with a little intrigue and confusion, tilting his head a bit at Feldros.*
Gregory
*Ervana can hear the two talking about religion. She quickly look back to the battle going on, hoping nothing notices. A Ballistae is standing at the edge of the fight, pointing towards her.*

"By the Gods, no! AHHHH!" *She dive rolls from where she stood and out of the way. Luckily, she moves seconds before the Ballistae fires!*
Dalene
"Duty calls." He says, he swings his climbing hook in the air, throwing it at the ballista, it hooks onto one of its armor plates. He pulls, hard, dragging the ballista to him, he takes his mace and slams into it, breaking the mechanism that lets it fire