"He had another weapon at the onset of the battle; one hand was free, holding the sword, while the other drove into her shield. I lost track of it in the confusion- I am sure it is nearby, if you care to search. I am, at the moment, concentrating on keeping my bearings, and do not feel quite prepared to undertake a search of any degree."<br/><br/>He was then silent for some time, closing his eyes. He repeated a quiet prayer in his head; it was nothing meaningful or relevant, simply grace to be said before mealtime, but it at least calmed him sightly more than "OH GOD MY FUCKING TOE." had been doing. He broke this to speak once more, to correct the knight:<br/><br/>"It was not I that ended his life. Without the bolts of the Hellguard, the confrontation may have gone very differently. I should mention that he was incapacitated; I had a mind to await you lest you wanted to question him, but did not feel it right in denying her a killing blow. Had her bleeding felled her before you arrived, she would have never had the chance to exact vengeance."