He slid down the tree after sheathing his weapon and walked towards Riverwood. Reading himself for combat Arngeirr advanced on the Red-guard and swung his blade in a wide arc in front of himself. Pornhat Arngeirr advanced slowly and quietly for two reasons, he didn’t want to lose his prey, and just to his left on top of the sunken tower of Llinatas Deep were two bandit Marauders wielding Orcish Battleaxes. He roared out like a caged lion, the nordic battle cry. The Red-guard slashed at Arngeirrs thigh bringing him to his knees as an Arrow sank into his shoulder. “Damn you” he cursed as they moved on and in he distance he saw the large deer he had been stalking prancing away towards the lake.
