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(Sorry we couldn't finish the fight with you here, Emma.)

Rivborg came at Theo, swining his axe for the Altmer's head. The Champion retaliated but knocking the blow away with the haft of his halberd, shouting with effort as he did so.

Their boots thudded soundlessly in the snow and it was almost serene beyond the battlefield. Snow flakes fell as the two warriors danced among the ashes of the Jewel of Skyrim.

Rivborg pressed his advantage, swinging again for Theo. The elf hadn't been able to recover his halberd, and took a slice down his left pectoral muscle, avoiding getting his arm full on chopped off by back stepping. He cried out in pain and dropped the weapon, instinctively bringing a hand to the wound.Rivborg swung again, still going for Theo's neck, and the Altmer had to dive to the ground to keep his head.

"Should've walked away when you had the chance, elf." Rivborg growled, looming over Theo, and not looking remorseful in the slightest. He raised his battle-axe up, and got a ball of sunlight in the face.

Rivborg stumbled backwards, not burned, only blinded. He opened his eyes to Theo extending a lightning bolt in his hand. It was the last thing the Nord ever saw.

Theo took a heavy breath, and weakly retrieved his weapon, before glancing over at Corcius.

"You alright?" He asked, his voice a little raspy.