Salthar watched the fight with something between boredom and irritation. He cast a few fireballs here and there, to keep up appearances, but he couldn't hide a satisfied smirk whenever one of the Stormcloak soldiers fell. He didn't particularly care what happened to the annoying general or his lackeys, but since Severus was willing to risk his 'life' for the man, Salthar felt he should do something.
He was so absorbed in watching the battle, and casting spells at the Draugr still emerging from the crypt, he didn't notice the axe wielding creature coming at him from his side. The beast let out a maniacal laugh, catching the vampires attention. He cursed and brought one hand low, reaching for his ebony sword, but not before the Draugr warrior swung first. The ancient blade slashed through his tunic, cut flesh and crushed bone. The vampire lord staggered backwards, for a few vulnerable seconds caught off guard, allowing the beast to bring his axe up for another strike.
However, Salthar had suffered much more grievous wounds than this before, and so he surged forward, and lashed out with his left hand, tearing through rotten flesh like parchment, snapping bones like dry twigs. The Draugr stared in what could only be mild interest at the arm that dissapeared into it's body up to the elbow. Then the vampires' hand closed around what it had been seeking. The creatures spine. With a tug, the Altmer ripped snapped the beasts backbone, folding it nearly in half.
Drawing his ebony sword, he laid into the Draugr, catching several by surprise as they headed for a small wall. The ring of ebony upon ancient Nord steel joined the battle, although any blocks or parries the Draugr managed were sheer luck, as the Altmer vampire tore through them, stabbing, slashing, and sometimes blasting a group of the creatures with lightning or flames.
Then the vampire heard a battle cry that didn't come from a half rotted throat. Turning, he realized that a pair of Nords were rushing towards him, one wielding a pitiful iron blade, the other a steel war axe. Apparently, they were taking an opportunity to rid the world of one more Thalmor. Snarling, he dodged the first man, who, carried by the momentum of his weapon, lead him headlong into the sword stab from the Draugr approaching behind the vampire. Salthar snatched the other man by the throat, and realized that the Nord was barely a man, probably between seventeen and eighteen years. The vampire hesitated, staring into the trembling boys' eyes. Then he made up his mind, releasing his opponents throat, " Get out of here" the boy stared at him, incredulous. "Or would you prefer to die now?" The vampire snarled, taking a menacing step forwards. That was all the man needed, as he turned a fled the field, dropping his weapons as he went. Smiling slightly, Salthar turned back to the battle.