[center][h2]Returning with a Gift[/h2][/center]

Though his blood dribbled down onto the forest floor, Daixanos' powerful arms lifted his body ever higher into the trees. Only light grunts and low, grating noises could be heard from within his gritted teeth, for he wished to be extra quiet as he found a safe spot to hide, or potentially, ambush from. With one more surge of his considerable strength, he pulled himself onto the third lowest branch. Not a moment too soon, he found out. 

Beyond the rise just outside of the woods, two figures with drawn blades now cautiously waded deeper into the outerlying woods. Daixanos stared at them with a measuring look. A Mer and a Man, one with a Long Knife and the other with a Short Sword. Bows upon their backs, strung and ready to be used if needed, though it would take time to retrieve. So they were some of the bowmen who had pursued him into the dark. 
They would regret such a decision. 

He waited patiently, allowing them to pass by unmolested at first. That is, until he dropped an arrow, letting it fall and strike the earth softly. The Hist had guided his timing. It made no more sound than a twig would, but it was enough to have them spin around, blades at the ready. One muttered something to the other. The Mer had spoken to the Man he realized, and strode forward himself.  

The Long Knife wielding Altmer stepped lightly, doing his race proud for their light footed steps. He drew closer, and closer, before he found the source of the noise... A single iron arrow. 

[i]Crack[/i]...[i]Thud[/i]. The screams of his comrade that were suddenly silenced behind him sent a chill up his spine that he would remember for the rest of his life. He turned in time to see Daixanos sliding his bloodied Knife out of the now broken man, whom the Argonian had just landed on to break his own fall. 

A growl emanated from Dax's mouth, and he drew himself up and gazed at the Elf now quivering before him, Knife held out defensively. Dax did his best not to let his injuries show, or concentrated on how much he ached after that fall. "Give up, and I shall spare your life," Daixanos said, now gripping the haft of his Battleaxe. 

Having seen the damage the Hunter had wrought earlier, and with no backup, the Mer dropped his Knife and complied. Daixanos was relieved, for in truth another battle might be his last. "Good choice, Mer." he let slither out of his mouth, and the next sensation the Elf felt was the haft of an Axe connecting with his skull. 

It was an uncomfortable amount of time, but eventually Dax had maneuvered his way within the forest closer to the Inn 'round the frontlines. His breath wheezing and his body still bleeding somewhat, Sevine, Rasha, Jorwen, and whoever else was there would see a moderately injured and heavily tired Daixanos with an unconscious Elf strew upon his shoulder, his Axe merely being dragged in the dirt behind him as he slowly enters the firelight. 

"Prisoner," was all Dax had the breath to utter, before he fell to his knees and gasped for air. The Mer's form rolled off him to hit the ground with a short bounce. Daixanos caught himself with his clawed hands, growling at his own weakness. [i]Hist lend me strength. [/i]