Hralvar brandished his stolen longsword, eying the four mercenaries surrounding him warily. It was just his luck that these stupid bastards had caught up to him as he'd reached the tree line. Naturally, they hadn't taken well to seeing the two dead mercenaries at his feet, and now they had drawn swords against him. Then again, after everything that had happened to him in the past week, killing a few more dwemer sympathizers wouldn't hurt his mood. 

"So, four on one, just for a poor old Nord in his dotage?" Hralvar laughed as he raised his left hand into the air, conjuring a frost atronach to stand at his side. He was close enough to the tree line that he didn't want to risk any fire spells burning through the forest. "A bit much, wouldn't you say?" The battlemage taunted as he lashed out with a spell of chain lightning, electrocuting all four of the mercenaries as his atronach slammed its fist into a stunned sellsword's head, caving the Breton's skull in as Hralvar cut down a paralyzed Orc before the remaining two recovered. 

"Ericsson, deal with the atronach! The battlemage is mine!" A second Orc bellowed at his Imperial compatriot as he swung his own longsword at Hralvar, who met his charge, parrying the blade. 

"Oh, you think a little shit like you can kill me?" Hralvar laughed as he disengaged from the orc, whirling his blade against the mercenary's before he sucker-punched him in the throat. The orc looked young and rather inexperienced for one of his kind, much like Cub did if he wasn't such a fierce fighter. The orc reeled back, choking, and Hralvar thrust his blade through the sellsword's chest. As the orc bled out and died, Hralvar kicked the corpse off of his sword as he surveyed the last remaining mercenary, who had just slain his atronach with a mace. "Well, you look like you can at least handle yourself. Come on, then, lad!" Hralvar roared as he charged magicka in his free hand, firing off an ice spike at the Imperial, who ducked behind his shield as the icicle shattered against it. 

Still tucked behind his shield, the mercenary bull-rushed Hralvar, who was sent sprawling from the shield bash. From his prone position on the ground, Hralvar's eyes widened as he saw a mace come down towards his head, and he rolled out of the way just in time to avoid having his head be pulped into squishy bits. The old Nord pulled himself up in a crouch and fired lightning at the Imperial's shield, who screamed in pain as he dropped the electrically-charged metal. Hralvar charged, and the two exchanged blows for a few rounds before they disengaged from each other, panting from the exertion of combat. The mercenary roared and charged towards Hralvar once more, but this time, the battlemage was ready. Hralvar sidestepped the Imperial's overhead swing and slashed at the man's side, cutting through his armor before he ripped his blade out and thrust it through his back, finishing him off. 

"Oh, well done." A voice called out from behind, and Hralvar whirled around in surprise. 

"Who the...oh, it's you, priest." Hralvar flicked the blood off of his sword, leveling a glare at the Argonian bandit. "Come to take me back in?" 

"In a sense." Tucks shrugged, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "It would seem that we have cause to ally for the moment. I'm to take you back to your companions, if you'll follow along." 

Hralvar sagged slightly, groaning in annoyance. If Marassa and Cub were still back at the bandit camp, he really had no choice but to follow along. Escaping was pointless if his comrades weren't with him, and if one of the bandits had found him, the others were sure to follow soon. "...Fine. Lead the way."