((I'd really prefer not to, but If i get out voted lets at least let him go out with style))
S'darkiir whipped his around and saw Felain drop his Dai-katana, Damnit, when did this become a hostage situation!,he thought. The Forsworn that held the small knife up to the limp Nord's neck turned to the Khajiit, "You, monster! Get next to the Knife-Ear!", he commanded. S'darkiir walked cautiously past the hallway's entrance then over towards the angry mass of Reachmen. "Put your filthy paws on your head cat! Now on your knees!" S'darkiir slowly put his hands on his head, but continued to stand. "NOW! Both of you," He tightened his grip on Wulf, who seemed to be unconscious and drooling, and pressed the shiv to his Adam's Apple, allowing a small trail of blood to crawl down his neck and into his armor. The sight of it made the Khajiit aware of his lingering hunger. He smacked his lips involuntarily, he frowned at the inappropriateness of the action. "NOW!",the man shouted, and both relented, going down on their knees. The party from the hallway rushed out, the shamans and mages charging their spells, ready to rain down Oblivion on the Vampire. The leader moved from behind the wizards, "Excellent work Aodan,", the man said, "drop the filthy Nord, I shall handle this.". The Forsworn, Aodan, silently obliged and let go of Wulf, letting him topple to the cold floor.