Drawing axe instead of sword, the dragon in human flesh stood atop the peak, faced against the first of his kind. The bone of his armor clashed against strange, alien stonework, his axe dragging behind him, an intimidation as sparks ignited the head in raging fire, froze it in glacial ice, and electrified it with storming lightning. A growl escaped the dragon's throat, eyes glaring through the horned yarm helm, slit pupils revealing the in fury of ages. His foe was much different than he was, with a curved, two foot sword and elemental magic crackling in his right. His stance was prideful, dominating, standing high as opposed to the lower, more bestial stance of the Warrior, regal against feral. His mask mocked that of the warrior's own, of which hung from his belt, tentacles rather than draconic fangs. His robes, easy and light, contrasted darkly with the bone and metal-like glass of the warrior's armor. They were polar opposites, yet ready to tear each other apart. A mass of tentacles loomed above, ominously observing the two legendary figures. It was amused by how the two cirvled each other, one dragging a large axe that could cleave the mage in two, the other wielding magic that could incinerate and electrocute the warrior's body. The Warrior was the first to break the standoff, running at inhuman speeds and bringing down the axe in a reckless attack, one meant to be an opener to a more defensive and violent fighting style. A tentacle lashed out of the curved sword of the mage, whipping the warrior across the face, yet the felling of the warrior's axe came down in a mighty blow, cutting deep into the mage's arm. It happened too quickly, and before the Warrior could process what had occurred, he staggered back, his muscles flexing as much as possible. His mind was beginning to fry, yet the Warrior threw his hand out, creating a barrier of white light. His brow twitched, yet it held as lightning crackled off the defensive shield. In a booming voice, time began to slow to a crawl, lightning slowly escaping the confines of the shield, for the Warrior to retaliate with devastating force, throwing knives, at least seven, at the mage, before rushing forward and unleashing several ruthless attacks with his axe. Time began to speed up, and the knives met their target, causing blood to poor out of the mage. The blows from the axe had left the mage without a leg and an arm, yet the Warrior was not in better shape either. Leaning on the haft of his axe, the Warrior collapsed, breathing heavily. Ripping off his gauntlets, his entire arm was _blackened_ with lightning, and pink muscle could be seen where the lightning caused the wound to burst. He was dying, yet he shakily stood, bringing his axe up. It fell with as much force as a Titan, decapitating the mage. Excerpt and example from Skyrim. Both the Dragonborn and Miraak were power boosted to their canonical strengths, with Miraak having insanely strong magical prowess and the Dragonborn being incredibly powerful in their own right. It may have looked as if the Dragonborn curbstomped Miraak, but the Dragonborn was faced with a full frontal Assault from multiple overchargings of Thunderstorm, which could have killed him within seconds if he did not bring up Greater Ward or whatever the master level Ward spell was. This Dragonborn is skilled in these main things: Two-Handed (Axe and Sword), Restoration, Thu'um, and Heavy Armor
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