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The Aftermath of battle.

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Dannee, along with her recent companion and friend, has found Northwatch Keep which was used as a jail by the Thalmor in northwest Haafingar to rescue Thorald the captured Stormcloak from the Talmor cloches. They were alone because Dannee decided to leave Thorald brother and his men in Whiterun, because she didn’t want to see them killed.
They struck at dusk, as shadow was just beginning to settle across their section of forest. The Thalmor didn’t expect such bold attack on their fort….
And Dannee was feeling battle rage. It churned inside of her, sparking even deeper ferocity and deadly focus. The wind whipped, blowing her hair wildly around her face. This was the part she loved. No matter how long it had been since she had tasted combat, it was always familiar, always second-nature. This comforted her to lethal calmness as she twisted in midair, reared back with her arm, and swung her ebony blade at the nearest Altmer: the brawniest male. Anticipation boiled in her, eager and unbridled, every fiber of her being itching for a fight, waiting to clash with these bastards who dared to ruin so many lives, to torture innocent people, who wanted to eradicate all human races. While her friend was protecting her from archers, shooting them from distance Dannee has summoned dremora with Sanguuine Rose to distract the mages as she focused on the Thalmor swordsmen. Dannee weaved and dodged with a mixture of practice and pure instinct, trusting herself to feel the attacks before they came. She would counter before the elves could react. Her sword swept through the air, all passion and fierce kinetic energy. She became the weapon; her ebony blade was extension of her body. Her body loved the fight, energized, working as a whole instead of in pieces. She fought for herself, for poor people that suffered from the Thalmor, for everything she held dear. She didn’t count how many Altmer she killed. The battle ended with her standing with Sanguine Rose in hand, along with her companion over the row of dead bodies of the Thalmor lying on the ground…
“So, the first part really was real fun! Care for the second round?” asked her Sanguine.
“Of course! And imagine the face of Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen when she will hear about what happened here. First the massacre of her Thalmor soldiers at her own party and now this… maybe after all of this she will reconsider her position and will remove her snobbish self from this country once and for all!” said Dannee with dark determination.
“Well even the widest dreams could come true,” replied her friend with the touch of humor. “We must not waste any time then, since we have the whole dungeon to clear too, and I hope this Thorald is alive, he better be.”
“I am sure that he is alive, just wait and see!’ cheerfully replied Dannee and prepared to go into the fort.