Own a canon for self defense, since it’s what the nine divines intended. Four bandits break into my house. “Never should have come here” as I grab my iron helm and hand canon. Blow a skeever sized hole through the first milk drinker, he’s dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second Skooma addict, miss him entirely because it’s smoothbore and nail barbas. I have to resort to the Dwemer canon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with bent Dwemer scrap metal. “Bad time to get lost friend” the scrap metal shreds two outlaws in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel scares off nearby carriages. Draw steel and charge the last terrified snow back. He bleeds out waiting for the Whiterun guards to arrive since enchanted greatsword wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the nine divines intended.