I wake up. "Thanks. I can keep fighting for now, but I'm gonna have to rest in a minute or two. The side affects for using telepathy are beginning to come to me."

Falin nodded, "Try not to be so reckless next time."

"AHH insolent fool you dare summon my enemy!" Malacath yelled as he crushed the skull of Dagon under his foot.

"...Well, that happened," I say, "Anyone for mead?"

Falin shifted. "We have the lesser Daedra to clean up first." She turned to Sauriil, "But is it really over? Just like that?"

Dagon was on his knees, Malacath was walking back to his shrine. Just then Dagon threw one of his swords at Malacath's back "AHHH!" Dagon summons a portal and sends Malacath to Oblivion. Makor wakes up and asks Sauriil to teleport him back, he came back. 

Hundreds of more Dremora, Dreugh and Daedroth charged in. I summon a Bound Sword, stab a Dremora and leave the blade inside, 'We need to leave now!' As we exited the city we came across a body of a small child, no older than 4 years, missing an arm and an eye.

'Bloody bastards.' I mutter as I close the one open eye. I sigh. 'Let's go.'

"The rest of you go! I'll hold them off as long as I can!" Makor ordered. "Malacath witness my deeds." Makor muttered. 

"Deadeye I said go!" Makor ordered "Don't defy you highchief!"

Makor slew a large number of dremora only a few remained, the rest surronded him one of the dremora threw a rope around Makor and were about to kill him, Dagon teleported to the area "Wait, we can get some information from him."

Makor chuckled, "You ain't getting anything from me." Then Makor spit in front of Dagon's feet (Dagon was the size of a mortal). 

"I will soon, take him away." Dagon replied.

"Well crap... But atleast he helped us get away, and his sacrafice won't be in vain, right?"

"I better not be," Falin growled.