Marx

Iron Dragonslayer Helm, Armor of Thorns, Ringed Knight Gauntlets, Drakeblood Leggings. Sellsword Twinblades, Dragonslayer Greatbow, Sorcerer's Staff. Obscuring Ring, Havel's Ring, Blue Tearstone Ring, Bellowing Dragoncrest Ring.

Marx rose from the bonfire, examining his new surroundings. A great plane indeed, only spotted by occasional rocks and wildlife. And in the distance, a city of some sort.

Alas, his observations were cut short by the roar of a dragon cutting through the air. Looking to the sky, he saw a massive black wyvern circling overhead. Damn, that wouldn't do.

Marx readied his Greatbow and drew a Dragonslayer Arrow, then twisted it as he pulled it back. The dragon was large, but also quite agile in the sky. He needed to ground it while it couldn't see him. Marx carefully aligned the shot, estimated the distance…

And let loose. A massive golden arrow soared through the sky as though it were a true bolt of lightning. For several seconds, he carefully watched it soar. Then, it struck the dragon right in the shoulder, where the wing met the body.

Marx grinned and congratulated himself. Like Hawkeye Gough himself shooting the Great Calamity out of Oolacile's skies!

Marx ran towards where the dragon had landed. If he wasn't fast enough, it could heal enough to escape.

(Gaping Dragon Theme)

As he neared, Marx was careful not to come too close, or the dragon would see him. Setting his Greatbow, he pulled back a normal Greatarrow so the dragon couldn't see the lightning. The wyvern was both confused and enraged, furious red eyes searching its surroundings and it prowled over the grass. He would get one more shot before it noticed him.

Once again, Marx lined up the shot, this time aiming for the other wing. The Wyvern turned, and he fired, directly through the membrane. Without waiting, Marx dropped his Greatbow and rolled to the side, unsheathing his Twinblades and using his staff to cover them in blue crystals. Behind him, the dragon was already spewing fire everywhere, setting the immediate area on fire, but it was apparent it still could not see him.

Marx grinned and quickly dashed around behind it, then rolled forward and slashed at its tail. In an instant the dragon whirled around, Marx having gotten its undivided attention. The Ashen One only dashed forward again, going for its neck. The dragon snarled something in a strange language and breathed a gust of ice at him.

Marx's eyes widened, but he managed to roll through the attack and slash just under the dragon's jaw. The crystal blades easily pierced the dragon's scales and the magic ate away at its soul to great effect. The dragon tried to step back, but even in heavy armor Marx was faster, diving under its wing to slash away at its belly, then back away when it careened its head back and tried to incinerate him.

The heat from the flames was intense, but once more Marx leapt back and observed his foe. The would he created with his crystal blades were not allowed to close due to the lingering magic, but even with ever increasing blood loss the dragon roared and made to breath ice again, only this time the Undead wouldn't be able to evade.

Making a split decision, Marx raised his staff and cast a Twisted Wall of Light that thankfully redirected the ice around him. The dragon blinked in surprise, then did something Marx did not expect.

"This magic is powerful...and not of this world." Dragons speaking was not strange, it was known that the Arch-Dragons and some of their descendants could speak, but it was fairly well known that dragons refused to speak the tongues of humans.

Marx did not understand what it said, but he wasn't going to let himself be distracted so easily. He raised his staff again and formed a Crystal Soul Spear that struck the dragon head on. While it roared in rage, Marx reapplied the crystals to his twinblades, then sprinted directly at the dragon. It snarled and raised its head to the sky, but Marx quickly stabbed it in the throat before it could surprise him again.

The dragon's eyes widened as it choked on the titanite blades, then its own blood when Marx tore them out. He fired a Crystal Hail into the sky, then grinned as he got an...interesting idea. Rolling back, Marx was once again face-to-face with the dragon. It tried to speak, barely forming some vague sounds, but Marx raised his staff again, this time to his mouth, and made it appear as though he breathed a beam of magic into the ground.

From that beam, a line of sharp crystals sprang up from under the dragon, impaling it in the gut. Then Marx actually laughed as he used a Crystal Soul Spear to pin the dragon's right wing to the ground, ran up it, and sprang off the Greatarrow lodged inside, hearing the already broken bones in the wing crunch as they shattered.

The Ashen One twirled his blades into a reverse grip and impaled them into the base of the dragon's neck. There he left them, making sure the dragon couldn't move it's head effectively. Balancing on its neck, Marx raised his staff over his head like a halberd and summoned a Soul Greatsword. Then, he swung diagonally, lining the edges of the ethereal blade up with his previous strikes, and finally decapitated the beast.

The stump of it briefly flailed around, but Marx simply leapt off and landed evenly on his feet. He looked to the dragon's head, its face eternally frozen in shock, confusion, and terror. Marx actually pitied the poor creature. But...then again, it was an incredible battle. Dragon hunts like these never failed to be spectacular, and as Marx used his magic to extract the dragon's soul, he could only wonder what fantastic weapons could be transposed from it.

A shorter one where Alduin was outmatched, but unlike Alric, Marx was more skilled with his weapons than his spells, had superior armor and mobility, and didn't stop once to converse with Alduin, nor did he have a trace of honor.