Other Miguel/Erandur
Oh, watching Miguel was something he found himself to enjoy. These bastards deserved everything they got. Being killed by the Spider-Man or by him, himself. The Dovahkiin's smirk didn't diminish as he brandished a dragonbone handaxe which was immediately sunk into the chest of the nearest soldier.
Erandur would have to ask the young Spider how he got his combat prowess, as his use of future technology was rather lost on him. But, he knew the young man was deaf at the moment, one of the many changes he had seen on the Station in the last half year. Still, as he pointed out to himself earlier, it was a rather astonishing thing to wait Miguel work, the jumping around, being so fast, agile, and strong. It earned the Dovahkiin's respect all over again. He'd have to ask to spar with him when this was all said and done.
His train of thought was interrupted by the cannon fire from the front of the French Line, but then by the several shots given to him. The bullets pinged off his armor as if they were nothing. Turning just his head around, Erandur pulled out his six-shooter and emptied the chambers into six different men. They were none fatal shots, but a light hum could heard before each of the bullets exploded in a fiery eruption, the force of which knocked several of the other soldiers away.
With a gesture of his hand, he put up a spell on Miguel, "Iron Skin," giving the suit he wore around him a boost in defense. No one from the Station was going to be hurt, not on his watch.