Other Miguel/Erandur
Erandur entered the door before anyone else did, while his Love came back to him, he was still ready for War. He was always ready, wanting. Wanting to fight against anything or anyone who would dare harm the people of his new found home. Or the people in general. He remembered this time, as it was only about fifty years ago to him. But, this was different. There were no orks, elves, or fairies in the fight for the liberation of France.
The Dragonborn watched from afar the Spider-Man fight through the soldiers with a brutality that he could only commend. Erandur knew this Miguel was one of the Others, the ones that bastard brought out. But, he wouldn't judge him based on that, no. Why would he? The man was simply trying to survive, and he had done now harm.
But even the Spider-Man's tech couldn't see the young French solider that hid his pistol. As Miguel was distracted with the forces, the young man rose his pistol to shoot Miguel, only to be stopped as a clawed Daedric covered hand took hold of it at the grip, crushing both the pistol and the hand. Erandur looked over to Miguel, in the mist of battle these second seemed like minutes as he signed 'you okay?' with his free hand. 'Wanna show these fucks what can really be done?' he signed again. Erandur smirked under his helmet.