Sprend awoke to the break of dawn, to the end of a horrid dream. 'Troubles coming' it wasn't long and he was rousing his team, and about time to. A commotion was noticed by Sprend, something far off in the distance and moving in the direction of the shield generator. The thought of taking a shot, risking the outcome, he knew he could make it, make a difference, but what if it wasn't the enemy, but what if it was. Maybe it was fear that set his decision, maybe lack of experience; you could never have enough…

Calling his team around him, he lobbied for the fastest soldier, oddly enough even Dash voted that Sprend with his Varactyl would be the quickest to navigate the harsh terrain; like that he was on his mount and leaping through the thicket of the canyon floor. A heard of mountain Bisson ended up spooked as Sprend became one with their stampede, and like that, the battle began.

Dash asked later about what happened down there but all he could get out of it was that an Inquisitor was back, the two agreed it would be best to race the enemy to the generators, call for backup and proceed with an attack on the tanks.

The battle for Balmora was just beginning!