"I'M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE, MASTER OF WARRR!
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"I have slaughter hundreds, ended the lives of the greatest, ceased the breathing of the most legendary, felled the grandest masters, claimed Championship of the great Cyrodillic Arena, destroyed hordes of Orcish Berserkers, halted the rampage of Breton Battlemages, laid waste to infamous Telvanni Dunmer, and let those ignorant Thalmor meet their makers in Aetherius.." A voice hounded out, a deep, commanding, voice of a gruff anger and the tone of a war-forged nordic male. "You! You think you can kill me!? A mere Elf no less.. You will perish among the many lives of your kin, and you will find nothing except your own fate in this realization. Now come, meet my blade.. BOSMER!" The voice explained with a thundering proclamation as the giant man, adorned in simple steel armor. The design the most common Nordic with the furnishing of more fur to sate those living in the most northern lands of Skyrim. The exact place they sat, perched outside of Dawnstar a few miles, on a small hill near a large manor which was recently built. The Nord drew his large blade, a zwei-hander of steel and nordic design to match while he also plopped his helmet over his head. The horned helmet covered the square jaw of the nord and coated his long blonde hair in a plate of protection. He took a heavy-forward stance while raising his zwei-hander and directing the tip forward towards the Bosmer.
The bosmer stood tall and almost proper in his nature while a Cyrodillic wolf sat calmly by his legs as they sat firm and straight. He gave the nord a look of scoffed nature before he quickly grinned and dropped into a lowered stance in the snow. He dug his fingers into the deep, white, powder and then peeled forward with his elongated body into a sprint. His form a flicker in front of the Nord as he watched the Elf rush, before he could react though the Elf darted to the left on a sharp switched heel and then vanished behind a snow, only to re-appear behind the Nord and deliver a quick stab to the back of the neck just below the helmet. The Legenary Nord's life ended with a single strike, and a swift breath before falling upon his face in the snow in front of the Bosmer. The only thing that could be hard behind the whisper of the wind was the Bosmeri's alluring voice of smooth, low, suave tone.
"I'm an indestructible, force of nature."
Rawlith's tail slowed under the the coat and he swiveled on his toes to press his left knee into the rock as his body pivoted almost mechanically to observe the leaving Valerion. Rawlith's eyes shimmered and his low-light vision made everything clear is day, the male striding with confidence off into the distance. He then swiveled back around to Roze's partially submerged figure with his lips closed together and his eyes narrowed a moment before he stood up straight. "Hmm, this one has a few tricks of the trade. Though, this one never stated he had magic back at High Hrothgar." He explained while loosening his bonemold bracers. He slid them off and then slid his coat off his arms to left the fur long-coat and bracers drop gently behind, leaving him in his bonemold-plated leather boots, greaves, and leather chest-piece with a bonemold chest-plate.
He rested back down to sit on his heels once more while nodding softly. "This one will teach you what you want to learn, if I can, on one condition.." He stated giving her a Khajiit's stern look. "You have to let this one relax with you." He added to her while giving the Khajiiti grin. He then gently let his right arm lay hanging down into the water, his hand barely submerged into it, while he rolled his hand and fingers through the water.