[color=6ecff6][h2][center]Tulvar[/center][/h2][/color]

The Nord grinned as he readied his battle ax and stared the charging hellspawns down. One came at him with a war ax and shield but these did it no good at Tulvar side-stepped and swung the weighty blade at its shin. The creature toppled forward with a screech that was cut short as Tulvar relieved it of its head in one swing. Another daedra caught an armored fist to its neck and as it stood wheezing with its hands around its throat, he buried the blade of his ax in its head. Tulvar laughed as he kicked the now lifeless body off his ax and waved the horde on.
[color=6ecff6]"Have you the strength to defeat a son of Skyrim? Come and see!"
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Two more daedra met their fate at the end of the Nord's ax and the survivors grew wary. They attempted to stay beyond the reach of his massive weapon but he stood as a wall guarding those behind him. None of Deadlands warriors could breach his defense straight on and they knew it as well as he. They fought viciously but they were minnows trying to swim against the rapids. One more tried to circle around him but got an ax to the liver for its trouble.