This... [b][i]FUS-RO-DAH[/i][/b] The Dragon born shouted at a dragon stunning it, he began to charge at it two-handed ax in hands and piles of potatoes at the ready. Then two massive chains with giant blades on the end flew through the air and stabbing into the dragon. A man with pale grey skin and the sexiest beard in the land of tamerail flung himself and landed on the dragon with the force of a thousand suns snapping the dragon's spine. The dragon born stopped charging and stood there perplexed, absorbing the dragon's soul. Kratos pointed at the Dragon born, and yelled. "Hey you." The dragon born looked up. "Yes you with the colorful stuff around you. I am here looking for a god named Talos. seen him around?" "AH, the god of war, Talos. Never seen him personally but we have a shrine for him I whiterun, wait I decided to join the imperials, It's gone, but if you go to the jail you'll find the crazy follower of him. Either way why do you want Talos?" Kratos puffed out his chest. "I am here to kill all gods that involve death, destruction and misery." "You should probally kill all the dedrgic princes then. Especially moroos--blam!-, he is the bad boy of the bunch." "Well what about you? You seem like god material. taking on a dragon by himself." "it's really a wyvern and I have the blood of a dragon so it comes easy to me I guess, like beating up my younger brother." "The blood of a DRAGON! You are a dragon." "Well yes, but actually..." The dragon born was interrupted by Kratos' hitting the dragon born with a blade. The dragon born shook it off like it was nothing, and he yelled the words for fire and fire went everywhere engulfing Kratos. Kratos not knowing what to do threw his blades and flung himself out of the fire. The dragon born saw him pulled out his bow, slowed time by holding his breath and fired an arrow. It flew strait into Kratos' back. Kratos fell to the ground and ripped the arrow out of his back, "You will die for that man dragon!" He shouted. THe dragon born shouted the words for speed and sped over to Kratos, and crouched making himself almost invisible if he stayed slow, which he did and he walked behind Kratos and slight his throat. "No hard feelings eh?"