[ It is here that Alain considers. The dark-haired vampire, that undead Imperial. He remembers the creature. It resided in Volkihar Keep alongside many others, and vanished after Alain and Serana slayed her father. And here it would resurface for some kind of retribution, or some other equally viewed righteousness, and all Alain thinks is--
This vampire is quite strong, isn't he--
So let the Dragonborn show the creature that his title is not for show. ]
Tid-Klo-Ul!
[ Time slows perfectly in the space around Alain. The flame and storm atronachs attack in slow motion--a vampire brightening to turn to ash in a blazing display that is caught, extended, even as the others hold out frozen limbs to defend.
While the master vampire is nearly caught entirely. It is enough for Alain to try out a shout rarely used, one that would benefit well from the slowed time. The dragons have a spell much like the vampire's vitality draining spell-- But like with all things, the dragons' version is far better. ]
Gaan-Lah-Haas!
[ And in the slowed time, the creature's life force begins to dwindle-- The vampire feels it, knows what it signifies even with the delay, and it struggles to move, to attack--
The dragons' version is far stronger, and slips the life from the master without Alain ever raising a hand.
Time speeds up again right as the vampire dies. It cries out, a terrible, choking cry, one of hopelessness and need and the abject misery of a death that meant nothing--
The atronachs finish their task and fade back into the ether. Alain stares down at the dark-haired vampire's body. ]
...You fool. Harkon has been dead for months. You could have lived for far more.
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This vampire is quite strong, isn't he--
So let the Dragonborn show the creature that his title is not for show. ]
Tid-Klo-Ul!
[ Time slows perfectly in the space around Alain. The flame and storm atronachs attack in slow motion--a vampire brightening to turn to ash in a blazing display that is caught, extended, even as the others hold out frozen limbs to defend.
While the master vampire is nearly caught entirely. It is enough for Alain to try out a shout rarely used, one that would benefit well from the slowed time. The dragons have a spell much like the vampire's vitality draining spell-- But like with all things, the dragons' version is far better. ]
Gaan-Lah-Haas!
[ And in the slowed time, the creature's life force begins to dwindle-- The vampire feels it, knows what it signifies even with the delay, and it struggles to move, to attack--
The dragons' version is far stronger, and slips the life from the master without Alain ever raising a hand.
Time speeds up again right as the vampire dies. It cries out, a terrible, choking cry, one of hopelessness and need and the abject misery of a death that meant nothing--
The atronachs finish their task and fade back into the ether. Alain stares down at the dark-haired vampire's body. ]
...You fool. Harkon has been dead for months. You could have lived for far more.