Never has his bad luck came to a pain like this. To force him to cry and sorrow as he stared in her pale face. He folded her hands and wiped the blood from her eyes. Despite the pain he saw in her face, she smiled. She was broken and bleeding, yet she smiled at him...
"Ahhh... That Nord... You were her Ahmul?...Husband? An Argonian and a Nord... How that fills me with krasaar... sickness! She will die soon, and so shall you... Alok Dovahkiin... Arise Dragonborn, and allow me to guide you and her to Oblivion."
the Argonian did not answer the World-Eater. His wife tried to mumble something to him, but he hushed her. Mjoll smiled again and closed her eyes, threatening to never open again. The dragon snarled.
"DOVAHKIIN!... You dare not respond to your foe... How bozik... bold. Perhaps Oblivion is too good for you... Maybe I should just devour you both. I will make sure your deaths will be slow and painful."
With that, He turned slowly. The dragon grinned at him, only for it to turn into a look of curiosity. The lizard looked different. He know longer had the odd manner of a fool. His eyes were gleaming in a power so furious, that it made the Argonian actually seem intimidating. His slit pupils slowly traveled up and locked with the eyes of the black dragon. Alduin the World-Eater was struck with the force of the stare... The pure power that surged through the dragon made it very clear.
It was pure wrath.
Slowly, Tavris the Unlucky raised a pointed claw. "ALDUIN!" His voice was guttural and grave. "Your soul is mine!"
Alduin roared in rage, as fire bellowed in his maw. Tavris clenched his claws together, allowing a spell of lightning to crackle and course in his palms. Both forces charged up their attacks as the snowy-mountain landscape began to shake around them from the pure power between them. Tavris gritted his teeth, allowing it to form a strained grin...
For once in his life, Tavris felt very, very lucky.