As his sword was knocked away, Hralvar wasted no time in conjuring a Bound Sword to replace it, shifting the ethereal purple sword around to parry Tucks' conjured staff. Snarling, he pushed against the Argonian's weapon, glaring at him all the while. 

"Individual men have done it before, Argonian. The Dragonborn, the Champion, and the rest of those heroes, they've all saved Tamriel before. And they damn well didn't do it by giving up and resorting to banditry. Oh no, they fought, just like I plan to. The dwemer are the greatest threat to Tamriel and to everything you know. They massacred innocents in the Imperial City, and they're rolling over the rest of the provinces! Life under dwemer rule would be no life at all, boy. They treat men and beasts as slaves or worse. You think conditions are bad now? They'll be worse if the dwemer win for good." Hralvar scowled, forcing the Argonian back with a shoulder check before whirling around to see Cub calling out to him. Both the orc and the Khajiit lay defeated at the hands of their foes, and the old Nord resisted the urge to rage about the situation he'd been put in. 

"...Oh, damn it all to Oblivion." He groaned, letting the bound blade in his hand dissipate as he buried his face in his palm before raising both hands up in a gesture of surrender. If those two bandits had managed to take out Cub and Marassa of all people, then there was no chance that he could take all three on at once in a straight battle. No, best to just give in for the moment and wait for their guards to drop. If worst came to worst, Sovngarde was still an option. 

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Once again, Hralvar found himself bound and imprisoned. Well, not exactly imprisoned, per se. But considering that the bandits were still standing guard over them, it amounted to much of the same anyway. They had been like this for hours, but the bandits had at least given them water and some small amounts of food. Considering that the bastards had already taken their septims, Hralvar had no idea why they were still being kept alive, but he wouldn't complain about that. However, the sounds of battle began ringing through the forest, causing the old Nord to perk up, yawning.

"Oh, would you look at that." He muttered to Cub and Marassa next to him. "I'm hoping it's rescue, but knowing our luck, it's probably the dwemer. Who'll then try to kill us anyway. You two up for another fight?"