Taking a deep breath the argonian felt his throat warming when the time was at its most opportune moment he released his thu'um with a single word YOL. He decided there was no need for the full force of the shout and stopped after the first word seeing as to how this was a rather minuscule group of bandits.
However the sound of this shout was heard echoing throughout the valley until it reached the ears of a blood dragon. Hearing this powerful thu'um it stretched its wings far and lifted its body off its perch to see what the source of this power was. He located the source swiftly, a lean mortal, no more than seven feet in stance with dark black and blood red coloring. Wait a minute, a mortal? With such powerful thu'um? The blood dragon was confused and landed nearby.
The argonian was busy looting the bodies of the fallen bandit still smoldering a little from the shout, when he saw out of the corner of his eye something land nearby. He turned and instantly noticed the blood dragon's tail sticking out from the rocks it was behind. He pulled out the bow he had earned from the forsworn he had killed a few weeks ago and drew a dwarven arrow, placing it between the middle to spike jutting from the bow, pulled the string back until he could hear the tension from the limbs of the bow, and fired listening to the arrow whistle through the air followed by a small thunk and a roar from the dragon as the poison he dipped his arrows in took effect on the dragon.
The dragon's wing spread out from the rock and the blood dragon took flight. The argonian drew his curvy yellow green great sword of orcish origins. The runes on the blade glowed fiercely a deep blue then died down to a pulsing blue-white. The dragon soared in a circle and swooped in screeching FO KRAH DIIN. A column of ice erupted from the dragon's mouth and came hurtling towards the argonian, who replied FUS RO DAH. The ice was forced back to the dragon and the beast was hit with its own blast. The force of the two shouts caused the dragon to come plummeting down to earth, as soon as the winged creature hit the ground the argonian closed the distance between the two of them and swung his sword bringing it down upon the dragons neck.
It was a mortal wound but not an instant kill. The argonian immediately pried the sword from the dragons neck as a fresh gush of blood steamed out of the wound. The argonian lifted the sword again and this time stabbed it directly into the dragon's eye rupturing it and plunging the blade into the dragon brain. The dragon gave one final feeble cry for help and died. The soul being separated from the body flowed into the argonian, the dragon born. He tapped into this souls knowledge on the new word he had learned from frostmere crypt IIS, ice. The dragon born learned all he required from the souls tested the new word and a passing elk; witch froze solid, and headed to his home in markath to his wife aela the huntress. This was just another day in the life of Dovahkiin.