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Arngrim shouted out nordic curses and roared in anger as he was dragged away in shackles.

Prison is unbecoming of me!

The dremora troop responsible for his imprisonment suffered several bruises and perchance a couple of broken ribs as Arngrim had resisted with violence. He had headbutted the first dremora who tried to put the shackles on him before burying his fists deep into the sides of the next one. It had taken a group of total five dremora to finally overwhelm him and wrestle him to the ground before he was shackled.

"Think you are all so fucking big and tough with your black, crooked weapons, demons", he swore. "Wait until I get rid off these shackles and I'll shove those fancy claymores of yours so far up your arses that you can feel its sting to your brains!"