He roared out like a caged lion, the nordic battle cry. Free Porn Arngeirr felt a warm hand on his arm pulling him up as the warmth spread through his body, a comforting gentle light engulfing his wounds, healing them. Arngeirr stood up straight, his face stained with blood, holding his bloodied great-sword in his right hand, his chest heaving as he huffed and puffed, watching as the Orc bandit clad in fur armour charged him in rage. “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. 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. The Khajiit stabbed him in his right should also, completely crippling him as Arngeirr felt his life ebbing from him. As he broke through the Tree line he breathed deeply inhaling the fresh air, it was so different here than it was in the cities, here you could find peace.
