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The sound of teeth scattering across the floor followed almost right after. The imperial let go of his dagger and clenched his jaw and mouth with both hands letting out a muffled scream of agony as he stepped back, hunching forward as if that would somehow make the pain go away. He stamped his feet and cursed something Cade couldn't make out. Blood poured from between his fingers in thick red strings of spit. His friend, the newly one-handed sailor who could perhaps get a hook like the old timey pirates and already fled the scene.

Graicus deftly caught the dark elves quarterstaff with his iron grip, the moment of surprise for the dark elf when he found it unable to pull the staff back to him was enough for Graicus to take the pommel of his sword and pummel the dunmer's face. The grey hawkish nose turned concave and knocked the man out cold. Graicus found the limp quarterstaff in his hand useless and tossed it aside.

Cade meanwhile felt a cold sensation as a Nord's axe found the small of his back.