Argis was at his Thane’s side the moment a large spider jumped at him. With a mighty swing the spider fell and the Dragonborn eyed his housecarl before pushing past further into the dungeon.
Argis kept his eyes open but let his mind wonder as he followed. Again it seemed he had done the wrong thing. His Thane would probably finally be happy if he actually did die here.
His Thane jogged ahead and before Argis could follow he heard a cry. He drew his sword and round the corner seeing his Thane on the ground with draugr closing in.
“Hey ugly!” Argis called out. He was sure they wouldn’t understand him but he distracted them long enough to charge at them slicing one clean in half as it fell to the ground in a pile of ash and bones.
The Dragonborn didn’t get up from the ground leaving Argis to deal with all of the draugr. The battle was… glorious. Argis didn’t seem to be making any mistakes. He swung with precision and almost every shot was a clean cut.
Yet then the blow that he never saw coming came. An ancient Nord battle-axe swung into his left side. Before he as time to block the next blow he was struck in the left leg and then again in the left ankle. Argis turned his cry of pain into a battle cry as he covered up the injury and finished off the last draugr.
The housecarl felt the pain searing through his body. There were probably at least three broken ribs, some serious bruising, perhaps a fractured ankle and just to top it off probably some internal bleeding, along with the external of course.
He searched his pack and only uncovered four health potions.
“Don’t just sit there like an idiot, give me the damn potion, can’t you see I’m in pain, hence blood running down face.” Argis handed him a potion and questioned if it would be a good or bad idea to ask for a potion.
The man wouldn’t even lend him arrows to catch food for him, Argis had a strong doubt the Dragonborn would give up a health potion so easily. When Argis focused again he saw the Dragonborn holding his hand out waiting to take a sack.
“Go back outside and wait.” The Thane said shortly his mood flaring. Argis handed the sack over.
“Are you sure, I’m sure I can be of some-”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, do as I say and piss off you oaf.” With that Argis watched his Thane walk away in anger. Argis waited for a bit before heading back. He took one step and feel to the ground.
“Yep broken.” He muttered to himself before picking himself up off the ground and limping back to the entrance.
--- My greatest apologies for the many typos that probably litter this part....
Show No Weakness - Part 5/?
Argis kept his eyes open but let his mind wonder as he followed. Again it seemed he had done the wrong thing. His Thane would probably finally be happy if he actually did die here.
His Thane jogged ahead and before Argis could follow he heard a cry. He drew his sword and round the corner seeing his Thane on the ground with draugr closing in.
“Hey ugly!” Argis called out. He was sure they wouldn’t understand him but he distracted them long enough to charge at them slicing one clean in half as it fell to the ground in a pile of ash and bones.
The Dragonborn didn’t get up from the ground leaving Argis to deal with all of the draugr.
The battle was… glorious. Argis didn’t seem to be making any mistakes. He swung with precision and almost every shot was a clean cut.
Yet then the blow that he never saw coming came. An ancient Nord battle-axe swung into his left side. Before he as time to block the next blow he was struck in the left leg and then again in the left ankle. Argis turned his cry of pain into a battle cry as he covered up the injury and finished off the last draugr.
The housecarl felt the pain searing through his body. There were probably at least three broken ribs, some serious bruising, perhaps a fractured ankle and just to top it off probably some internal bleeding, along with the external of course.
He searched his pack and only uncovered four health potions.
“Don’t just sit there like an idiot, give me the damn potion, can’t you see I’m in pain, hence blood running down face.” Argis handed him a potion and questioned if it would be a good or bad idea to ask for a potion.
The man wouldn’t even lend him arrows to catch food for him, Argis had a strong doubt the Dragonborn would give up a health potion so easily. When Argis focused again he saw the Dragonborn holding his hand out waiting to take a sack.
“Go back outside and wait.” The Thane said shortly his mood flaring. Argis handed the sack over.
“Are you sure, I’m sure I can be of some-”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, do as I say and piss off you oaf.” With that Argis watched his Thane walk away in anger. Argis waited for a bit before heading back. He took one step and feel to the ground.
“Yep broken.” He muttered to himself before picking himself up off the ground and limping back to the entrance.
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My greatest apologies for the many typos that probably litter this part....