Don't believe in no-win scenarios

The dremora rounds on Stratos, and Felix has the chance to back out of its way - and he has to spring back in a hurry, for it throws a bolt of ugly red light at his brother and then whips around to try and smash him again.

Stratos wards off the hostile spell with a serpent-quick twist of his hand, follows up with a lunge that takes his sword-point into the unprotected pit of the creature's off hand. It wheels around with a curse on its lips, mace raised to smite this new gadfly... and Stratos throws a glimmer of light to meet it. The dremora's arm is wrenched down suddenly, the daedric warrior bent to the ground by the multiplied weight of its weapon. At a thought from Felix, the familiar darts in, jaws closing on the creature's weapon hand and biting until its teeth find bone. The dremora's howl mingles outrage and genuine pain.