Stratos has the benefit of his carefully trained muffling spell. Jim has taken up position watching over the grounds and is more or less still in the chill air. And so the terrible creature Felix has summoned finds him at last...

But it would be a fool's folly to think he's come alone. The dremora roars with fury to have this pathetic mortal dare to try and fight back. This pitiful creature who had the audacity to think he could play at being master. Pathetic. Offensive to even think he had the strength to finish the summons let alone--

Lightning cracks across the ruins into the dremora's back. Stratos Caelus strides, his weapon drawn, with as much single minded fury as the dremora itself even if he does not come up to its shoulder. He is a force to be reckoned with; an Imperial Tribune and that title was not granted out of nepotism or lightly. The dremora is quickly becoming flanked, a snarl carrying alongside its own shouts as the familiar rounds again to lunge.

Jim hasn't dared even swear as he creeps along the high ground trying to get a better line of sight on everything going on. He just needs a good angle, needs a chance for a clean shot. His heart lodges itself painfully in his throat and the captain prays fervently to Felix's Divines (and Sanguine alike) to guide his husband now. This was his idea Felix can't he won't fall here--!