Battle

Unlike Frode and Ensara, Edward has no armies. He's just one man, albeit one clad in formidable plate of scale and bone, wielding a potent artefact, and zipping around far more nimbly than someone should. He's an assassin, and uses this to his advantage. Wherever a Great Unclean One or Daemon Prince is directing things with more intelligence than just the unending wave attacks Nurgle favours, that is somewhere that Edward will eventually find, using Blink and Whirlwind Sprint to bypass massed infantry and combat where he can. If it truly blocks his path and there's no way around, then a combination of Windblast, Unrelenting Force and his powerful pistol clear the way. When he's close, he'll blink onto the squishy back of the general, pulling out the dagger at his waist and stabbing. Sometimes, they die from a single injury, Mehrunes Dagon's daedric artefact eager to demonstrate its power on the followers of the plague god. Sometimes, the whimsical energy of the blade fails to work as planned, and Edward instead relies upon the sturdiness of his archaic armour and his new duelling cane of blessed orichalcum to batter the daemon into submission.

Of course, all this is ultimately a distraction. Edward is aware that they are only here to rescue Isha, but unlike Alex, Ensara, and Frode, he has no real way of finding her at such a short distance. He's not burning tin, since the foul stench all around is eye-watering enough without strengthening his sense of smell (and Allomantic tin does not allow one to pick and choose which sense they boost). Although if he caught a whiff of something flowery and nice, he might begin to use that magic, and attempt to follow it. As the only thing in this benighted hell-realm of pestilence and decay that could possibly smell is Isha herself.