Chapter 3- Hadrik

He had his back to Edward when the arrow had hit his leg. As he fell in pain, he reached for his bow, rolling to one side, dodging another arrow, and quickly standing as fast as he could. He saw Edward running towards a figure that had jumped from the bushes, sword swinging, but had met the end of Edward's sword.

Nock, draw…loose, he repeated this to himself as he fired each arrow into the bushes, in hope of finding the target that had put an arrow into his leg. He limped around dodging any arrows that flew from the bushes, doing his best to stay conscious. Edward was now facing two men who seemed to be wearing him down. One fell to the ground with an arrow from Hadrik's bow protruding from his neck, and the other got an arrow to the knee giving Edward a chance to finish him off. Edward ran into the bushes and out of Hadrik's sight. He was going to follow him until he was faced by another large brute that had come from the rear of the camp.

He drew his sword weighing up the newcomer, trying to find his weakness. The large man drew a greatsword from his back lunging forward swinging it to the left, but he was slow and that gave Hadrik the chance to dance to the man's right, putting him on his enemies' weak side. He jabbed his sword into a gap in the bandits armour, but his victory was short lived when the man swung his sword back, slicing a cut into Hadrik's arm. Leaping back in shock, Hadrik grabbed his arm deciding what to do. Making his decision, he leapt to the man's left, wincing as he landed oddly on his injured leg, making a quick slice at his oppositions leg than ducking under the blade which had come swinging at him in retaliation, and rolled to the man's right making another cut at the man's arm. This had weekend his opponent and gave him the chance to finish him and stick the blade through his eye slit. He stood and watched his opponent fall, slightly twitching until the last of his life force slipped away from him.

Edward emerged from the bushes pulling a man with him, his sword pressed to his throat. He threw him down on the ground in front of Hadrik. "This was the archer the put that arrow into your leg", Edward said, as Hadrik sheathed his own sword. "He wouldn't tell me any information; maybe you can try and force some out of him. I'm going to search these bodies for anything."

Edward turned and walked towards the nearest body and started searching him for anything that could tell the pair of the purpose of this attack. Hadrik glared at the archer before him, who slightly whimpered as he picked up a dagger from the big brutes body that laid just them. Hadrik walked around the man until he stood behind him, his back facing Hadrik. As he raised the dagger to make a slash at the man's back, the archer started whimpered again and stuttered, "No! P-please Ill t-t-tell you anything you wa-want."

Hadrik lowered the dagger, sternly telling the man to tell him everything he knew. Seeing Hadrik lower the dagger gave the archer a bit more hope, and he spoke more clearly, but just as scared as before, "I don't know that much. We we're hired by a bunch of hooded elves. They sounded like High Elves but they said they would pay handsomely. We are only sellswords trying to get some money."

"Where were you when these elves hired you?"

"Morthal, they approached us in the inn, about 4 of them."

"And what exactly did they tell you to do?"

"They told us to come to this spot, and that a man would be here or would arrive here, and that we had to kill him, and bring them his head as proof. But when we saw two of you we were unsure and decided to wait. Then we were going to kill you while the other one was in the tent, and then kill him when he came out, but then he stepped out and ruined everything. Now are you going to let me go? I've told you everything I...ugh….told…."

Hadrik withdrew the dagger from the man's neck, wiping it clean on the man's sleeve. Edward approached him, carrying a few coin purses and a potion. "Did he tell you anything, because I couldn't find anything on the bodies?", Hadrik looked up from his dagger to Edward and told him what he was told, "He said they were sellswords hired by four elves in the inn at Morthal, it almost sounds like the Thalmor."

"Well then Morthal is where we are heading."

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