Magnor the Black was a big man. This much was true. He also an angry man, with a fierce temper. Countless dozens had lost their lives on Skyrim's roads in homage to this fact.

But he was also an able fighter. 

He surged forwards into the melee, knocking one of the bandits out the way as they turned to flee- disheartened by a battle that had so suddenly turned against them. Magnor came upon the steel plated lizard first, and almost laughed himself off balance. 

"Little lizards need armour," he chuckled, his one working eye wide with excitement. "Here's why!" 

Magnor swung his maul with a speed that defied his stature; Reesh brought his shield up in time, but was thrown several feet backwards by the massive impact of the weapon. The hulking self proclaimed bandit king stalked forwards, dripping saliva from an almost toothless grin. He stood over Reesh, and brought his maul down with another lighting-fast strike. The Argonian rolled away, watching the ground disintegrate where he had been laying half a second previous. 

"STAY STILL LIZARD!" bellowed Magnor. "DON'T BE AFRAID. MAGNOR IS YOUR FRIEND!!!!!!!!!"

He pulled back for another strike...

Meanwhile, the two surviving archers had managed to temporarily escape the clutches of the flaming monster that pursued them. They worked to load an arrow each, and aimed for the melee- but someone jumped down behind them. They heard his or her landing, and spun. They dropped their bows in favour of a couple of Imperial short swords, and looked upon a Dunmer clad in scaly armour. 

"Oblivion!" squeaked one of the archers. "Who are you people? Where do you keep coming from!?"

"Sod that Jor, let's get him!" spat the other. "Magnor gonna be angry if he finds out we sittin' 'ere chattin'!"

They both ran at the Dunmer screaming, weapons held high.