Durro shield bashed Farkas across the face, sending him to the ground hard. A trickle of blood fell from his mouth. Vilkas shouted as he brought his blade across the knight’s flank. Aela helped Farkas back to his feet when Durro butted his pommel over Vilkas’s head. The pain and impact sent the Harbinger reeling.
Farkas swung with all his might from side-to-side, but Durro held his shield firmly, blocking the strikes. He rammed his plated shoulder into the nord, shoved past him, and swung his ebony sword at Aela. Deftly, she stepped back, nocked an arrow, and let it fly. It was the eleventh arrow to pierce armor.
“Where is that dark elf?” Vilkas yelled, from a knee.