Hazelark emerged in fiery glory from the towering Oblivion gate, a bow slung across her back and a dagger at her side. Her amber eyes glinted as she met the Captain of the Guard's hollow gaze, the atmosphere suddenly changing as though warning her allies that she was not to be trifled with. Soon enough, she led the group through the city gates and into a courtyard where dozens of Daedra were attacking the Chapel of Akatosh, allowing her to pull out her bow and crouch upon a high tower of ashy rubble before taking the Daedra out.

'Get moving, I've got a priest to scold!'

Grumbling, the guards began sheathing their swords, only to redraw them as more Daedra swarmed into the area, finally breaking into the Chapel. She smoothly wall climbed as she had done so many times, balancing upon the jagged rooftop where part of the Chapel had been torn off.

The enemy had surrounded a man in soft blue robes, circling him and prodding him with their vile spears as other Daedra poured in through the doors and swarmed the remaining survivors, holding weapons to their necks. Hazelark drew her silver bow, shooting down eight of the Daedra before jumping and landing smoothly upon the tiled floor right in front of the priest she assumed was Martin.

'Back off,' Hazelark snarled in a guttural tone that could be easily mistaken for that of a true Daedra's. 'This one is mine. Lord Dagon promised.'

Another Daedra stepped forward, dragging a small child with him.

'We do not answer to you.'

'I am more worthy than Mankar Cameron himself, I am Haze.'

The other Daedra muttered among themselves before backing away from Martin and Haze while she drew her bow and took out every Daedra that did not hold a survivor so quickly that it was several seconds before the bodies all slumped to the floor. The enemies that held the civilians shook the poor people threateningly, holding their weapons closer.

'Let them go,' She spat, 'Or I will not hesitate to kill you all where you stand.'

The Daedra shook their heads.

The Daedra shook their heads.

'You won't be leaving here with them until you go through me.' Haze snarled.

The Daedra dropped the civilians and charged at Hazelark, screeching. It was a total blur as the Hero of Kvatch pulled a glittering silver dagger and butchered the Daedra standing before her, terrifying the civilians further. Martin could see why they were afraid. Hazelark was clad in black and red leathers with a black cowl over her head and face while a flowing black cape billowed behind her, obscuring her even more. Haze reached down and wiped her bloody dagger upon the robes of a Daedric Mage before standing and looking over the quaking people.

'Get out.'

Hazelark turned to see the priest she had saved standing there, angry.

'You're either foolish or courageous to be talking to me like that,' Haze spoke softly, her voice laced with venom. 'I go where I like and do what I like. I could murder that farmer over there who has been giving you apples for free for the past month, or that young girl with the bouquet of white flowers that you gave to her as she entered the Chapel last night during the attack because you've been seeing her for the past two years.'

'Keep away from Vivienne. And leave us.'

'I don't think I will.'

The priest attempted to attack, throwing a sloppy punch towards Hazelark. She easily blocked it, hooking her left leg around his right and yanking it out from underneath him, causing the brave priest to fall to the ground. With extreme precision, Hazelark managed to pin the priest down with silver throwing knives by the little extra skin he had on his wrists before she leaned down and hissed in the priest's ear.

'Is Vivienne with your child?'

'Yes, but I ask you not to hurt her.' Pleaded the young man.

'I promise I won't hurt her.'

It could have been the way Haze said it, or maybe the fact that she had crossed her fingers behind her back, but something made Martin sure she wasn't going to stand by her word.