Trapped.
Things shouldn't have turned out like this. It had just been a stupid accident, but now here he was, moving towards enemy after enemy, cutting through one then another with barely a pause for breath.
If only he hadn't decided to commit suicide after the tragic death of his spouse, Veezara; if only the one weapon he could find hadn't been a shortsword enchanted with the Soul Trap spell; and if only he hadn't forgotten about the Black Star, lying so innocently at the bottom of his knapsack. However, it was now far too late for if onlys, and the Dovahkiin could only attempt to switch off his senses as his wielder swung him through the air and into the next Foresworn Looter.
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