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With a leg on his chest and the others letting go of his neck, the bosmer did the only thing he could do.

He reached his hand over and quickly yanked the crossbow bolt out of his hand. He muttered something under his breath, most likely a prayer, before plunging the item into his eye and ending his life, right under the boot of Smith.

Whatever wisdom he could share with the group regarding his motives and those he served, it was gone now.