No magic could prevent the force of a shout, screamed in a language that worms its way into his blood, launching his body towards concrete. He feels the wet, dull sound of the back of his head crashing with the wall before he hears it, but once the sound registers, there's no more time to process it.
Martin Septim, Emperor of Tamriel, faints, sprawled in an undignified manner.
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Martin Septim, Emperor of Tamriel, faints, sprawled in an undignified manner.