"Ha! We got him, now to deal the final blow!" Miraak laughed, Ahzidal raised his fire whip.

The ground shook once more.

There was rhythmic chanting, that shook the Earth with each shout.

"Fucking shit!" Miraak looked around, Konahrik joined him.

"Kulle Dovakiin! Kaalle Taazokaan! Uth Miraak, Ahzdial, Hevnoraak, Krosis, Morokei, Rahgot, Vokun, Volsung, Ahzdial, Dukaan, ahrk Zahkriisos, govey luft-spaan, ahrk gahvon." Six voices shouted in unison.

"Or you'll what?!" Konahrik shouted.

"Dreh nii nid uv." Came the reply.

"Why don't you come down here and fucking make us?!" They shouted.

A large and tall man with long pointed ears that went out over the top of his head, white hair with a single golden stripe down the middle of his hair and beard, and wearing only the bottom half of a graybeard's robe, fell from the sky, landing in front of them. He cleared his throat, "It is tiresome when others of the Thu'um do not use it to speak, it was really hard to listen to your quiet voices... Krehaanjoore, Zahkriisedovah, Mulaanmal, Malbotoor, ahrk Boviingui, aav, aav."

A large scaled man with wings came down from the sky, another man on each of his limbs. He set them down. The four were wearing graybeard robes that concealed most of their appearance except for their pure white beards. One was almost as short as Albert.

"We have half a dragon, please surrender and give up your masks." Thurrahui asked.

"Why don't you fuckin-"

"Spaan Luft Viik!" Thurrahui shouted. All the masks fell off their faces.

"Why you!" Miraak shouted. The puppets fell to the ground lifeless.

"Krii Lun-" Konahrik began.

"Rii Vaaz Zol!" Thurrahui interrupted.

Konahrik fell over, dead.

"Tiid!" Miraak shouted, "Tiid Klo Ui." Miraak drew a knife from his robes, ran up and stabbed Thurrahui in the chest. The shout wore off.

Konahrik rose, drawing his own knife.

Thurrahui looked Miraak in the eyes, "I am a son of the last Dovahkiin, his last words were to give me his power." He made Miraak let go of the knife and pulled it out of his chest, turning him to face Konahrik, "Do you really think that what would kill a mere imitation like you, could kill me?" Konahrik stabbed Miraak, carving out a hole in his chest. Miraak screamed as Konahrik ripped out his heart.

Thurrahui dropped Miraak and Konarhik fell over. Thurrahui fell too, clutching his chest.

He coughed up blood, laughing, "Fucking servant of Molag Bal stabbed me. I at least gave him something interesting to tell his lord and master eh?!" Thurrahui coughed up more blood, "Krehaan! A little help would be nice!" Thurrahui complained.

"If you let me be the focus of the fight, this wouldn't have happened, and his puny little knife would have never pierced my scales." Krehaan mocked as he walked up to and healed Thurrahui.

"Oh shut up!" Thurrahui shouted, sitting up violently. He stood and walked over to Albert, picking him up and the mask he had. He picked up a second, "Everybody grab as many masks as you can, we're going to meet the emperor for the first time, it's only fitting we bring a gift and good news."

He walked towards the city and found the army waiting, looking at them. Albert's sorcerors all flooded out from their groups, magic at the ready.

Thurrahui held Albert up in front of them, "He was knocked unconscious by the dragon priests who led the army. They were too powerful for him." He tossed Albert to them and they caught him, he touched the new scar on his chest, "And they used trickery." Thurrahui grumbled. He cleared his throat, "Camoran sent us, we are here to serve the emperor."

The sorcerers nodded, carrying Albert to the bridge, they sent up a flare, signaling the all clear.