"No? We're not staying together?" Hralvar groused rhetorically to empty air as both Marassa and Cub ran off alone. "I'm going to have to drag at least one of your corpses out of this, aren't I?" He muttered to himself. 

At least Marassa had the intention of meeting up again, whereas Cub hadn't even bothered to stick around. Exasperated, he threw his hands up in the air before running out of the jail cell himself, conjuring a bound sword in his hand as he did so. Once he was outside, the old Nord stopped to survey the situation, taking a brief look at the bandits and what looked to be mercenaries fighting each other. Except that they were wielding dwemer weapons. So they were being funded by the dwemer, then. 

Unlike Marassa, Hralvar had no particular attachment to the sword the bandits had taken from him, given that it was already a replacement for the blade he'd lost after being captured by the dwemer. Therefore, there was no particular reason not to steal one of those fine dwemer blades for himself. Running to the side, Hralvar patiently stood still and watched as a mercenary cut down a bandit before he shot a spike of ice through the Redguard's head as he was distracted. With that, Hralvar wasted no time and ran over to the corpse's side, pilfering the sword and scabbard for himself, as well as the man's coin purse. Standing back up, Hralvar took another look around the battlefield before deciding to break for the forest. He had no love for either side in this battle, and joining back up with Cub and Marassa was more important. 

With sword in hand, Hralvar charged for the tree line, taking advantage of the fact that the mercenaries were too distracted with the bandits to deal with him.