The foolishness of bandits

On the path to meet up with Delphine they saw in the distance an old stone structure of a pair of linked towers that created a narrow foot bridge over the steep valley below. As they neared the building on our side, a rather slovenly looking guard rose from her chair and told the pair to stop. 
 
"This here is a toll road, in order to go pass you'll have to pay us, ah, 200 gold pieces." She claimed as she looked Azgar up and down, clearly attempting to appraise the value of his belongings. 

Azgar narrowed his eyes and climbed off his horse, passing a quick knowing glance to Lydia. Be prepared that glance said. 

"I do believe that if I wish to continue on this road, I will do so without any sort of toll, and if you think otherwise, then I'll tell you again with my blade."

The bandit looked taken aback, clearly much more used to dealing with wandering bards and soft bellied merchants. She whistled out and picked up her mace from the makeshift table near her campfire and slowly advanced.
 
Azgar and Lydia acted as one and drew their weapons, four feet of naked steel was in the orc's hands in an instant while Lydia carefully grabbed the shaft of the mighty Whiterun Axe, its edge glowing blue with the frost enchant. A strange whistle in the air was all the warning the pair had before an arrow buried itself into the flank of Azgar's horse. The horse screamed and half bounced and trotted away. Azgar's face contorted into an expression of pure rage and with a bellowing warcry he charged into the fray. 

With a deft swing the first bandit was wounded as he rushed for the door to the tower, confident in Lydia's ability to finish off what he did not. Azgar charged through the levels of the tower, the red rage controlling his every action as the walls and floor were covered in sprays of arterial blood. Finally he made it to the narrow pass. At the other end a burly man in much finer armour with a wicked axe stepped forward. The remaining bandits quickly stepping out of his way. 

A moment of silence held, the only noise was the wind howling through the valley before the pair charged at each other, those viewing from the sides believing they were witnessing a veritable clash of titans. 

 The bandit chief swung hard and heavy, almost overbalancing himself. Azgar feinted to the right, the chief fell for it and left himself flat footed in recovery. Not willing to let this fight go on any longer and still blind from the rage Azgar swung his blade with all of his might and struck the chief with such force that he flew a handful of body lengths out into the air before tumbling down to the sharp rocks on the valley floor. 

Azgar looked up at the remaining men, one of them had raised his bow and the orc knew that he could not defend himself from this shot. He stood tall and prayed for the arrow to miss when the bow-armed bandit stumbled and fell down, an arrow piercing through his eye. Azgar turned and there was Lydia at the top of the first tower, her bow trained on the remaining bandit, just daring him to make a move.