A/N: Back again. Sorry for the long break. RL and my Muses were conspiring against me. New tags are kink: Hurt/comfort and series: rozenn-the-Breton :D
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The fight to clear out the mages' den was short and brutal, and would have gone perfectly if the mages had fought honourably as warriors. Galmar hated mages.
"He's got a limitless supply of Magicka or else two Staffs of Ice Storms," Ralof muttered to Galmar as the dodged behind the bole of a large pine to avoid an attack. Galmar grunted. It was only one mage, but his position was very defensible. Anyone attacking the honourless cur had to charge uphill and in fairly open ground, vulnerable to numerous attacks unless a ranged attack could disarm him.
Rozenn was closer to the mage, on one knee in the shrubbery, aiming her bow carefully, when the one of the icy attacks hit and staggered her, knocking her into plain view of the enemy.
Out of the relative protection of the vegetation, before she could regain her feet, the mage sent hit after hit of ice storms at the Breton, completely fatiguing her. The mage paused his attacks momentarily, and Rozenn staggered to her feet and turned back towards Galmar and Ralof when a shock attack sent her reeling. Galmar saw red.
"Get the Breton to safety!" Galmar ordered Ralof, before charging the mage, his battleaxe readied.
Galmar's battle was short and bloody, once he got close enough to use a devastating attack on the cowardly sorcerer.
"I want to know who let him get by us and into that stand of trees," Galmar said to Ralof as he strode back down to the cave entrance. "Three of us should have dealt with him much more quickly. The Breton?"
"Barely conscious, General," Ralof said, troubled. "She's more vulnerable than we are to frost attacks, and he sent the guts of two fully charged staves into her. And that last shock attack seems to have ravaged her Magicka levels: she can't heal herself properly. If we don't get her warm soon, she could die of hypothermia."
"It's not even cold out," Galmar muttered. "Let's get her inside the cave. Shelter will help, and maybe those cur mages had some braziers or furs in there."
Rozenn couldn't walk, she was shivering so hard, so Galmar lifted her into his arms.
"Just like carrying an ice sculpture," he told her. "Don't squirm. I'd hate to drop you and have you shatter like ice."
He wasn't sure if she shook her head, or if she was just shaking.
"We'll get you warm again," he said reassuringly.
"N-n-n-nev-v-v Never b-b-b-be w-w-warm ag-g-g-gain," Rozenn said quietly.
As Bad As Any Elf Part 5 of ?
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The fight to clear out the mages' den was short and brutal, and would have gone perfectly if the mages had fought honourably as warriors. Galmar hated mages.
"He's got a limitless supply of Magicka or else two Staffs of Ice Storms," Ralof muttered to Galmar as the dodged behind the bole of a large pine to avoid an attack. Galmar grunted. It was only one mage, but his position was very defensible. Anyone attacking the honourless cur had to charge uphill and in fairly open ground, vulnerable to numerous attacks unless a ranged attack could disarm him.
Rozenn was closer to the mage, on one knee in the shrubbery, aiming her bow carefully, when the one of the icy attacks hit and staggered her, knocking her into plain view of the enemy.
Out of the relative protection of the vegetation, before she could regain her feet, the mage sent hit after hit of ice storms at the Breton, completely fatiguing her. The mage paused his attacks momentarily, and Rozenn staggered to her feet and turned back towards Galmar and Ralof when a shock attack sent her reeling. Galmar saw red.
"Get the Breton to safety!" Galmar ordered Ralof, before charging the mage, his battleaxe readied.
Galmar's battle was short and bloody, once he got close enough to use a devastating attack on the cowardly sorcerer.
"I want to know who let him get by us and into that stand of trees," Galmar said to Ralof as he strode back down to the cave entrance. "Three of us should have dealt with him much more quickly. The Breton?"
"Barely conscious, General," Ralof said, troubled. "She's more vulnerable than we are to frost attacks, and he sent the guts of two fully charged staves into her. And that last shock attack seems to have ravaged her Magicka levels: she can't heal herself properly. If we don't get her warm soon, she could die of hypothermia."
"It's not even cold out," Galmar muttered. "Let's get her inside the cave. Shelter will help, and maybe those cur mages had some braziers or furs in there."
Rozenn couldn't walk, she was shivering so hard, so Galmar lifted her into his arms.
"Just like carrying an ice sculpture," he told her. "Don't squirm. I'd hate to drop you and have you shatter like ice."
He wasn't sure if she shook her head, or if she was just shaking.
"We'll get you warm again," he said reassuringly.
"N-n-n-nev-v-v Never b-b-b-be w-w-warm ag-g-g-gain," Rozenn said quietly.
"Don't contradict your superiors," he chided.
"N-n-n-not m-m-my-"
"Sssh!"