Tenaka started as the mage's spell stopped. It seemed that the man had sent
him to the right place. He quickly focussed on the image of the museum in
his mind and opened the Window. Leaving it open (he knew that Pilar had
somewhere learned how to close them) he ran towards the sounds of fighting.
In the centre of the room he entered he saw two men, each with a staff by
his side.One, a Dark Elf like himself wore a ring that clearly identified
him as Balefire. The other would be the Master. Small comfort, that as
Balefire lay, close to death, so too did his enemy.
But that was merely the centrepiece of the display. Around the room he saw
large black shapes in battle. Moving closer he saw that they fought with
other men - two to each creature. One of the men he recognised - Elfiran
from the stories - whose partner seemed to be weakening - he used only one
hand. Drawing his great Daedric Dai-katana he yelled, "Carai en Caldazar!"
'Glory to the Red Eagle'. The traditional war cry of the Khans. The man
fighting alongside Elfiran backed off slightly, seemingly glad of the
respite and the Dreadlord took his place. Looking around, he saw the tactic
that was being used and recognised it - Distractor and Attacker. He
signalled to Elfiran to take the part of Distractor until he regained his
strength. He swung at the monster, but it easily parried the blow before
returning one of its own. Only his lightning reflexes saved him from the
blow as he leant back slightly. Even so, he felt a deep chill run through
him. These things were clearly more dangerous than they at first seemed.
"Alright then, Creature of the Night. Let's Dance!"
Tenaka was light on his feet as his sword dipped and danced within the
creature's defences. The Angry Porcupine's barkeep was forgotten - his
adversary was all. But however many blows he managed to land on the thing,
it never slowed. At one point he managed to cut off a hand, but it simply
crawled back to it across the floor and reattached itself. This was not a
problem in and of itself – merely an inconvenience. Tenaka doubted it's
head would grow back when he finally managed to decapitate the thing which
was now his sole aim apart from survival.
The problem was that he was tiring fast. He was beginning to feel the
weight of his Daedric armour and weaponry, and this was far from a good
sign. Getting desperate, he muttered the words to a simple spell that would
restore his stamina. But nothing happened. He inwardly groaned as he
realised that they must have entered another non-magic area.
Tenaka had only one option left to him. Standing tall, he waited for the
creature to get close. As it approached he felt the chill again, but he
tried to ignore it in a similar way that he had the heat of the desert
earlier. It reached out to touch him, and then he did it. With a thought,
the blackness of the Antilight radiated from him, enveloping the creature.
It gave a scream and Tenaka felt its power being drawn into him. He now
understood these creatures. They had no life, but seemed to be made of pure
magicka. And that pure magicka was being drawn into him via the Antilight.
As the creature screamed its last, Tenaka increased the radius of the
Antilight, weakening the other creatures too. Hopefully no more of the
warriors would fall this day…