Hrothgar roared with a thousand furies at cleaving the side of the vampires’ gut, “hah, not so slippery now huh, you demonic filth!? How’s my blade feel against your cold dead skin? Is it a sharp searing pain like when someone stabs a knife into your gut, or does the pain come from the horror of the realization that you are about to die by the hand of Hrothgar, called by men the Barbarian? Oh look, it turns out that you bleed abomination! And your blood is colored the same **** as my cat’s runoff, how delightful!”

As Hrothgar stood there boasting at his mortally wounded foe, the vampire started chanting and opening up some kind of portal. His Argonian friend created a spirit bow, pointed it at the vampire and spoke, “not today vampire…” before being rudely interrupted by an arrow whizzing past him and hitting his ice demon in the face. Hrothgar looked to the source of the arrow attack to see a woman in a horned helmet very much in the same type of fashion as his people wore in Nornland holding a crossbow. She was covered in tribal tattoos and held many of the fashions regarding hair and garment which were common in his land.

The Argonian got rid of his spectral bow and sent the demon charging at the woman. The woman shouted something and then engaged with the demon. Hrothgar however turned to the vampire having his focus completely on ending this annoyance once and for all. He took his foot adorned in hide boots and fiercely kicked the wounded vampire to interrupt her spell before pressing his boot upon her chest raising his claymore and letting out a furious roar ready to bring down the claymore to her neck.