Author Notes:
Interpretation of what Toryggs battle was like with Ulfric. Very Short, as I believe that the entire altercation was probably short. Torygg idolizing Ulfric is based on ingame text from Elisif and the wiki.
Enjoy-
Mayan
Ulfric challenged him and he was more than happy to oblige. This was his war hero no doubt, and surely Torygg could win a duel against an old man, past his prime, whose face was weathered from old age.
Though now he, standing before a man he idolized, trembles with fear; the sweat of his palm making it almost impossible to clasp the hilt of his sword. He is afraid, and he wonders if his people can tell as they watch their glorified king.
Elisif can tell; she has that look on her face, written in the language only known to the two lovers. She is more afraid for him than he is for himself. Torygg smiles at her, hopelessly believing it might cause her to light up in a grin like it usually does; to no avail, she grimaces.
"Torygg", come Ulfric's voice, sharp like a knife, and Torygg swallows against the sand paper of his throat. Ulfric is looking right at him, like a hunter to his prey.
He must remain in control, not allow his people to know how nervous-no afraid- he is. "Ulfric," his voice commands respect, like a king's should. If he might live through this, he would make a fine commander.
Ulfric places his hand on the hilt and whispers a prayer, "Talos be with you, Torygg" he mutters through his whiskered lips. The drawing of his blade from sheath is ever foreboding, as each scratch it makes against its holding place elopes in Torygg's heart sinking farther and farther into his stomach.
Fake it 'til you make it he chants vigorously like a mantra he's clung to all his life.
And they clash, the metal of each blade clanging through the courtyard of the Castle Dour. They are evenly matching each others swings, neither overpowering the other.
Until Ulfric grows tired and unleashes his Thu'um; a clap of thunder and Torygg is down on his knees.
He looks into the eyes Ulfric, emotionless.
Torygg feels nothing as the metal of Ulfric's sword slides silently into the sheath of his heart, causing no noise but the gurgling of blood and the cries of the crowd around them.
"Talos guide you to Sovngarde, High King Torygg" Ulfric whispers so his words were only audible to Torygg.
He grabs at Ulfric's thighs, "Ulfric.." he manages to say through the fountain of blood bubbling up from his throat.
Swiftly, Ulfric removes the sword from Torygg's limp body; with one wistful glance at his actions, he has vacated the premises. The only reminder of his presence are the body and aftermath of a dead king, the beginning of his Rebellion against the Tamrielic Empire, and cries of a too young-to-be-widowed queen and her people.