Albert pressed his hands to the ground, two teleportation rings circled around in front of the troops. He put power into the rings and they sparked to life. The portal was open. Thousands of black and silvery dwemer spheres rolled out.
A single blue one showed up in front of Albert. It unfolded into its humanoid form, seeing the enemy. It rolled out faster than Albert could see, plowing into the enemy lines. The other spheres rolled out, much more slowly, but still quickly, towards the enemy, ready to take them on. They plowed into the enemy ranks, taking mindless drone after mindless drone down with little casualties.
"Charge!" Albert roared.
The men cheered and charged forth to the enemy. It was chaos, there were none who could stand up to the spheres of superior make.
Then came the werewolves and other soldiers. Suddenly they weren't fighting puppets, but men of real power, and men with power borrowed from Daedra. Albert vowed to become more spiritual with some of the Daedra.
Albert moved into the fray, shooting down opponents with ease. He knew who he wanted to fight. The puppets were gone, it was time to go for the puppetmaster.
Albert caught the stench of his magic. He blasted his way through the ranks to get to him. Finally once he got there, there was a silver sphere fighting him.
Albert blasted the sphere, destroying it instantly. Chaos surrounded them, the roar of the battle was reaching a veritable crescendo.
"I suppose you didn't do that out of the kindness of your heart?" He said behind his Masque.
"I suppose Molag Bal was delighted that you went to him, asking him to modify your Masque of Clavicus Vile?" Albert said, stripping off his outer robes.
"Don't mages wear their robes that make it difficult for them to do melee because it shows regality and they have enchantment protection?" the man asked.
"Listen, I don't care what your name was. I will make sure you are lost to history, men will know you took part in this battle, and they will know you died here, and that is all they will know. They will not know that you had anything to do with controlling me. They will not even know that part. And you will die, an insignificant speck, against a force far mightier than you could imagine." Albert took off his shoes and stripped off his pants.
"Ok, what are you doing, stripping absolutely naked?" The man asked, sword at the ready.
"Well, you were quite apparently chosen because you weren't very significant, but you were loyal. That's the difference. I have extreme loyalty, as do all the men in this battle. But... I am significant, I am powerful... And I'm going to kill you, with a spell so extreme, not even Daedric artifacts can protect you." Albert pulled off his underwear, the man was still hesitant about attacking, "First... A physics lesson. There is matter and antimatter, and in this fashion, there is also magic and antimagic." Albert snapped his fingers and his clothes vanished, he turned his hand to the man, "Guess what I have a lot of?" Black fire sprang forth from his hand, consuming the man, the armor disintegrated around his form, turning to ash. He screamed. Albert let up, the flames turned into natural flames on the charred bits of his body and he shook. Albert's own hair had been singed off his body.
"Kill me, you have the power..." He pleaded.
Albert crouched, leaning in, "Beg." He ordered.
"Please, please! Kill me!" the man begged.
"Submit to me!" Albert shot him in the foot with a tiny bit of black fire and the man sobbed.
"I submit, please, please, kill me!" He begged.
"Who is mightier? Molag Bal, or me?!" Albert screamed.
"You! You! Mercy, mercy..." He trailed off.
Albert stood.
"Kill me!" He begged once more.
"I am a merciful man." Albert stated. He held out his hand and blasted the man with black fire.
He screamed for a moment, and then was silent as he turned into ash upon the battle field.
Albert looked around, the battle was in their favor. The blue sphere, which seemed to emanate magic energy, plowed through the enemy, be they werewolf, weakened vampire, or anything else.
The enemy was effectively reduced to near nothing. They had won.
There was some shouting and screaming and the blue sphere, upon looking in the direction of the source, broke into its individual pieces.
"It's a shame!" Albert heard a voice boom, "I guess I'm not as powerful as I thought I was." Albert looked at the source of the voice, and his eyes widened with horror.
"Hey! Look at that! A little naked man!" The other laughed.
Thirteen people with dragon priest masks. Two men, 11 Mer.