Release the Dragonslayer
It had been several years since he had been unleashed on Tamriel as the Daedric Princes' personal Dragonslayer.
He was almost beginning to wonder if Azura was mistaken and no Dragons would be coming.
Then word reached Rahm'shein that the Dragons had finally returned and one was laying siege on a watch tower near him.
A roar fills the sky, making the debris around the tower tremble as if fear had struck the very rock itself.
In the distance a Dragon was preparing launch another attack on the Tower.
The Dragon would remain airborn, sending flames from the sky, shrugging off the puny arrows of the Guardsmen with ease.
Rahm'shein was told of the prideful weakness of Dragons and taunted it to the ground, questioning its supremacy if it could only 'win' because his enemies can't fly.
While the Dragon could see his opponent was a Daedra, it underestimated that his blade not made of any Tamrielic metal, but of raw Daedric Power morphed into solid matter.
The first strike sent a destructive wave of energy through its skull, dazing it.
Embracing the power of the Night in his blood, Rahm'shein briefly boosted both his strength and speed. Landing several more strikes to the Dragon's head.
The Dragon was now too dazed to return to the sky.
"Now, let's see if the Princes truly turned me Dragonborn." Rahm'shein said as he readies his blade for a killing blow.
"Dovahkiin...no!" The Dragon murmured as the massive blade digs into its skull.
At first, the Dragon's corpse simply appeared to burn down to the bone. Then a burst of energy surged from it to Rahm'shein.
The sensation that filled his mind and body felt like he had just gorged down on a thousand hearts and consumed an ocean of blood in mere seconds.
It almost overwhelmed him.
When the sensation stopped, he felt more powerful than he could have ever imagined.
The Dragonslayer has entered the playing field.