AhkrinfeynvokunFalin quietly moaned. Her whole body ached and her head wouldn't quit spinning even with her eyes closed. What happened? Feels like a Dremora slammed into me. Slowing her breaths, she tried to get some kind of bearing on her surroundings. The floor felt cold, perhaps a stone of some kind? But the scents . . . and those sounds. A chattering in some strange, foreign language. Great, is this some kind of Daedric realm? Just what I needed . . .
Seeing the new target appear in that strang flash of light, he walks over to the fallen form, weapon trained on her. He won't kill her, not if he can't help it. He won't try to kill either of them, but he WILL shoot to wound if its needed...
"Hands behind your back, now! Private, come get her weapons!"