As Arngeirr pulled himself from his stupor and daze he drew his Sky-forge Steel great-sword from his back and charged at the bandits as the sphere began to shrink inside taking the loose form of a man. xxx18 Mimicking the Orc Arngeirr charged and swung his great-sword with all his might. He swung his axe at Arngeirr’s head, Arngeirr ducked, stabbed up into the Nords chest, then spun around drawing the sword from his chest cutting him nearly in two. Slowly he drew his fathers Ancient Nordic Bow and readied his steel arrow to strike. The Khajiit stabbed him in his right should also, completely crippling him as Arngeirr felt his life ebbing from him. “Do you submit?” The man asked in a deep, yet soft and comforting voice to which the elf just nodded
