"I hope Sithis himself swallows you in the Void!" Faranirr screamed at the Thalmor over the Eye of Magnus humming with magical energy. The Thalmor Elf launched another lightning bolt at him- missing when the nimble Khajiit rolled out of the way, ending up next to the Dragonborn. "And why aren't you attacking her?!" He asked as he barely dodged another bolt.
"I keep telling you, you just have one of those faces," The Dragonborn muttered.
"What kind of face do you mean?! I am a vicious Khajiit warrior! My closest relative is a Sabercat! What is it about my face?!" Faranirr exclaimed.
"You just aren't intimidating. Your face has this really… floofy quality to it. Very punchable." The Dragonborn replied.
"Oh, so because I choose to try and regularly bathe, I look easily rob-able? I look like a lightweight?" A bolt of energy hit Faranirr, sending him spinning head over heels into the wall. He gave a small wheeze as he slid down and collapsed into an armored pile on the floor. The Dragonborn moved to his side, picking him up and shoving a potion down his throat.
"Does that answer your question?" She asked as she let him lean on her while the potion took effect. The Dragonborn moved swiftly, despite the fact that in addition to all of her weapons and heavy armor she was handling another creature. When Faranirr could stand on his own, she pushed him aside to avoid a fireball that would've incinerated them both. Drawing a blade, she ran forward, trying to attack him but gaining no ground- the glowing Thalmor was practically invincible.
"The staff's the only way to render him vulnerable." Faranirr coughed. The Dragonborn nodded with understanding as she took it out.
"I'll shut down the Eye, you kill that Thalmor bastard." She said. Faranirr nodded with and pulled out the two dragonbone swords the Dragonborn had forged for him. The Dragonborn used the staff and the Thalmor agent was uncovered. Raising his swords to a battle stance he exclaimed, "Prepare to feel the wrath of Cuddles and Juipurr!"
He was nearly hit with another bolt of magic.
"Stop shouting the names of your blades and kill him!" The Dragonborn ordered. Faranirr, feeling more than a little irritated, ran forward and began to attack the Thalmor agent. He swung with light hits, inflicting a little damage over the drawn out period of the battle. The Dragonborn intervened at random intervals, attacking a few times before focusing on the Eye again. Eventually, Faranirr felt a tidal wave of rage overpower him as he stepped in close to the Thalmor, impaling him with both swords and a snarl as time itself seemed to slow.
The Thalmor's face was a mask of surprise as Faranirr stepped back, drawing his swords from the body before turning with a rapid movement and slicing his head off. As the overpowering aura of magic lessened in the room, Farnirr sheathed his swords, breathing hard with a fierce grin on his face.
The air was knocked out of him as the Dragonborn slapped his back. "Well done, Faranirr." She said, sounding genuinely impressed for once.
Before Faranirr could properly wheeze a response, she passed him the staff, crossing her arms as the mage from the Psijic Order appeared. The mage looked from the headless Thalmor to Faranirr with shock written clearly on his normally composed features. "Did… did you truly slay him?" He asked Faranirr.
"Yes." Faranirr said proudly as he held the staff upside down. The Dragonborn buried her helmet into her palm while the mage looked at her and asked, "And you didn't stop the Thalmor?" He asked.
"I just helped." The Dragonborn said.
"Are you sure?" He moved close to the Dragonborn. "No one likes a liar."
"Is it so hard to believe I slew the rampaging Thalmor?" Faranirr asked, his ears beginning to flatten with offense.
"No, no, no," The Dragonborn assured with a light chuckle. She pulled the Psijic Mage close and quietly snarled, "Apologize quickly or he'll be insufferable."
"Wha-" The mage began.
"Apologize to him Mage, and you'd better make him feel important or so help me Talos, I will murder him on the road and find you." She hissed.
"Well- what do you want me to do?!" The Mage squeaked.
"I don't know, but for your sake you'd better do it quickly." The Dragonborn replied as she pushed him away.
The Psijic mage straightened his robes and quickly turned to Faranirr with a smile that would've split his face in two if it were any wider. "We knew you would succeed, and your victory here more than justifies our belief in you. You have… erm… proven yourself worthy to lead the College of Winterhold."
"Really?" Faranirr asked. The mage, realizing what had slipped from his mouth looked to the Dragonborn, who slowly crossed her arms and nodded.
"Of course! We...um… have all the faith in you!" Faranirr's ears perked up with delight as the Psijic mage concluded his business and took the Eye with him. The Dragonborn gave a sigh of relief. "Are you ready to go?" She asked Faranirr.
"I can't try on my robes? See my new living space? Give an announcement to the bright minds I now lead?" He asked with barely contained excitement.
It was then that the Dragonborn realized Faranirr- the traveling Kajiit merchant who regularly attacked Giants simply for their toes, the whiny cat who could do no magic- was now the leader of a college of magically talented beings.
"Talos, help me." She muttered as Faranirr ran off to go try on the oversized mage robes.
Some Time Later…
Faranirr looked around as he walked, his tail flicking with the wonder his wide eyes didn't already betray. The Dragonborn stopped and asked, "Did you get into some student's secret stash of skooma?" She paused and asked with slightly more concern, "DId you get into my secret stash of skooma?" The Dragonborn was not a skooma addict herself, but she often picked the bottles up by habit when she was in skooma dens. Which was alarmingly often. Faranirr stopped and caught a butterfly, releasing it to properly answer the Dragonborn.
"No, it's just… does the land not seem different to you? More… developed? Sharper?"
"What are you talking about?" The Dragonborn asked.
"Everything seems sharper. It's as though the world has been Enhanced… made special in some fashion."
"Divines, you did get into the skooma and now I'm going to have to take you to Danica and explain to her why you were within a thousand feet of any skooma!" The Dragonborn growled as she pulled Faranirr towards the general direction of Whiterun.