Vulokviing drew the Blade of Vengeance as he approached the bandit camp.
The scout didn't see the armored man approach the camp, only being alerted by the violent inward explosion of the log door.
The first bandit to investigate was decapitated, the second was impaled, the third was bisected and the fourth and last was burnt to death.
-Transition-
The Bandit Chief sharpened a dagger as he paced around the tied up Nayla. Inigo hug from his feet from the ceiling, still unconscious.
"So, what makes you think you can barge in here and kill my men?"
Nayla's eyes had switched from their pale blue to vibrant yellow, and she spit out every word like it was tar.
"There are bounties on your heads. I planned on dropping them at the foot of the Jarl, you scum."
The Bandit Chief backhanded Nayla, knocking her to the ground. He crouched down, slowly running the dagger across ger face.
"Too bad I have to kill you, you would've been a good piece of meat for my bed."
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
The boom of a shout drew both the Bandit Chief's and Nayla's attention, with very different reactions.
"What the hell was that!?"
"It's your death. Your death on a silver platter."
The Bandit Chief yanked her chair upright, putting the dagger to her throat.
"Don't you fuckin try anything! I'll gut you like a pig!"
"VUL DINOK YOL!"
Nayla didn't recognize the shout, but the boom was louder than the fire breath, meaning it was getting closer.
The Bandit Chief began to panic, pushing the dagger farther into Nayla's throat.
"Tell me what that is!"
"You'll find out. Painfully."
The Bandit Chief growled, but steps on wood grabbed his attention.
On the wooden platform stood Vulokviing dressed in paladin like armor, his red eyes glowing from beneath the helmet.
He held the scorched body of a bandit in his left hand, and a sword in the other.
He tossed the carcass of the dead bandit to the lower stone floor, the body landing in front of the Chief.
The Bandit Chief held the dagger at Nayla's throat, forcing her head upward by the hair.
"Don't come any closer! I'll kill her."
"No you won't"
"What?"
"I said you won't, because you die either way."
Nayla recognized the voice of Vulokviing, but something was very wrong about it.
The Bandit Chief gripped the dagger harder, his breath getting faster.
"I want to go free! I'll let her go when I'm outside. You won't follow me."
"No. No negotiations. You die here and now."
Nayla decided to take her chances, hoping that her next action wouldn't force the dagger into her windpipe.
"YOL!"
The flames burnt the hand of the Bandit Chief, making him back away. Vulokviing jumped over the wooden railing, landing right in front of the Chief.
Vulokviing kicked the Chief onto the ramp leading to the Chief's living space before drawing his head back.
"VUL DINOK YOL!"
Flames erupted, but they were black amd red instead of the usual orange and blue.
The Bandit Chief screamed as the flames burned his armor into his skin and then burned his body away.
Vulokviing sheathed the Blade of Vengeance, running over to Nayla and untying the ropes.
"Are you okay?"
Nayla took a deep breath as she got up from the chair. She looked up at the unconscious Inigo before grabbing the chair.
"I'm fine, Inigo might not be."
Vulokviing helped her get the azure khajiit down, using his sword to do so as a dagger was too short.
They fed Inigo a healing potion before Vulokviing lifted him over his shoulder.
-Transition-
"And that's what happened."
Nayla finished, poking at the bonfire she had built. They had gotten halfway from the western watchtower when they decided to rest.
"I'm glad you're not hurt. Ruth thunvu banaak."
"Agreed. I guess they were just a bit more skilled this time."
Vulokviing's red eyes locked with her pale blue ones, and a chill ran down her spine.
"No. It wasn't skill. It was numbers. It seems you and Inigo have trouble with numbers."
Nayla gazed at the ground, hearing a sigh from Vulokviing.
"What you saw back there. My anger, my wrath, that's what got me trapped in a human body, and what got me locked away."
Nayla silently listened to Vulokviing's quiet words.
"After the defeat of Alduin, the humans hunted us dragons down, and killed every single one of us. My sister was among those who were killed."
Nayla looked back up, finding Vulokviing staring at the starry sky, his red eyes glowing brighter than usual.
"I went in a rampage. No dragon hunter could stop me, and only people who could wield the Thu'um, shouts, could hope to try."
Vulokviing sighed, closing his eyes.
"Then, the two remaining Tongues, the ones who defeated Alduin, used a shout that trapped me in a mortal body... That didn't stop my rampage though. It took nearly three hundred people to lock me away, and even then a great deal of them died in the process."
Vulokviing looked at Nayla, locking eyes with her again.
"I became angry today because you remind me of her. If she was human, she would've been you. And now that we know you're Dovahkiin, you may hold her soul."
Nayla's mind stopped. She was just like his sibling? And she might hold her soul? The thought was hard to process.
Vulokviing sighed through his nose, getting up to move away. He stopped, looking over his shoulder.
"Don't think about it too much. Get some rest. Rah mindok hi nees nii."
Nayla complied, snuggling up in her bedroll. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the thought of being a dragon still running through her mind.
