The dragon growled at Sabine. "Viik? You will have to kill me to claim your prize. I grow tired of this pointless tinvaak. I am a warrior. Vahzah kendov. When the Dovahkiin accepts my challenge, there will be a reckoning. But right now, you have come to take from me, so do it. Show me your strength, and taste the power of my Thu'um for yourself. Krif voth ahkrin. Give me a challenge."

Regardless of any protests that Sabine or the others may have had, the dragon had made up his mind. Sabine would feel magicka starting to flow through him, and see the orange glow from his mouth as he reared back his head. Both Yerig and Do'rhajul were already starting to draw their weapons when the dragon unleashed his fire breath at Sabine.