(A/N: Wow! I wasn't expecting reviews or favorites so quickly! Thanks to all of you. I hope the story continues to be a wonderful read!

There has been a correction made. Many of you who read the pervious chapter may have seen Whiterun is where "the newcomer" was first encountered. Its been a long time since I played Skyrim but it was actually Riverwood. I have changed that for the purpose of this chapter. Would look kind of dumb of me to be describing Riverwood and I kept calling it Whiterun! Knew the place I wanted just got the names a bit mixed up. Sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused.)

Operation Hammer behind her, nothing stood in Bronzey Shepard's way of the Citadel. Plenty of the galaxy's races behind her. The war-permeated air blowing her shoulder length, blonde hair. Her dark green eyes transfixed on the beam with Harbinger towering above. Her athletic body covered in N7 armor. An Eviscerator shogun in both hands with her hand cannon on her hip. That light, tan skin of hers slightly worn from sleep deprivation, depression, and battle.

She stopped looking up at the darkened skies of London. This was it. When she looked back down she saw and felt Harbinger shift hitting her with his giant, destructive beam. The entire world went hot white with her loosing all control of her body. Everything disappearing as she was deprived of all her senses. Just that white, burning light. Figuring the next time she opened her eyes she would be dead and in some kind of Hell.

Finally, feeling her limbs again, she held up her hand to her eyes being blinded by hot, white light. Different from Harbinger's beam. This felt like a sun. Glancing down, a blue sky entered her vision and then what she saw next took her breath away. A collected collage of seemingly medieval buildings. Gaining her footing she looked down standing on a smooth, stony road. Back up again her hunter-green eyes took in the sights, whispering under her breath, "Okay - the fuck is this?!" Her Earthbound, Texan accent coming out in her.

She saw maybe three people with two, well-built, wooden buildings to the right and left of her. Breathing heavily she took a few steps back aghast at the sight. To her right was a forge with a man hard at work on what looked to be a steel sword. The distinctive, metal clanging of his smith's hammer distinguishable from all the other noises which Bronzey had not heard since her time on Earth. That familiar chirruping of birds amidst the soft rustling of trees from the chilled wind. The smith had probably not seen her quite yet. The smell from the forge also caught her nose on the chilled air. The smell of molten metal was foul in her throat but a welcoming stench from the pervious battlefield's foul aroma of death.

The blonde, pale women standing outside the door to the building to her left had seen her. She was gripping a broom with terror at Bronzey Shepard. Holding it like some kind of comforting staff. Still with her shotgun in hand, Shepard lowered her gun and took in the sights turning to see more well-built, wooden buildings, more of the stony road, and an archway that was over looked by a far, distant mountain.

Turning back towards the two building a woman tried to cross her path with her head down clutching a basket of bread. Shepard grabbed the woman with her eyes ablaze of confusion, "Alright Harbinger! Where am I? Talk goddamn you! I know you can hear me!"

One of the town guards came out from a tree watching the strange, armored newcomer. This was definitely qualified as an assault. He pointed at the woman saying, "You there? Unhand that citizen!"

Looking at the guard over her shoulder, Shepard was not fooled by any of the reaper's tricks. With an evil glint to her eyes and a scowl on her breath, she cockily yelled out with the woman still in her clutches, "Make me douchebag!"

Not understanding what a douchebag was but fully aware that she had threatened him he went at her with his sword unsheathed and a roar of male aggression. Shepard was quick to sling the bread lady down to the ground and sent out a small, biotic kick. She knocked the guard down and walked up to him putting her foot on his throat. Packing the shotgun onto her back with a pulsing blue field around her. "Now Harbinger, where am I?! Talk asshole!"

Two more guards came running at her as this time she sent a strong wave knocking them to the ground. Blowing their weapons out of their hands and slamming one into a nearby tree. Looking back down at the guard under her boot heel she interrogated further, "Where's the Citadel?!"

The guard choked and coughed under the pressure of Shepard's boot, "Citadel?! What is wrong with you?! Travel to Cyrodiil if you want that!"

Putting more pressure on his throat, "Cyrodiil? Where the fuck's that?!"

A passing by Stormcloak squad had seen the ruckus in Riverwood and decided to join the fray. Nearly ten of them, most on horseback. The lead being an imperial. Getting off his horse he looked at the woman saying, "What brings you here witch?! Be gone from here!"

"Wait! Wait-a-damn-minute here!" She said letting the guard roll out from under her boot heel. He coughed at the corner of a building as he tried to get air. Shepard continued with both of her fists clenched as she stood firm with a wide-legged stance. "What the fuck did you just call me?! Did you just call me a witch?!" pointing at the lead.

Slicing out his sword with a frost spell in his free hand, "You will pay for your crimes witch!"

Looking at nobody in particular, still pointing at the lead guardsman, "This motherfucking, fucktard here just called me a witch!"

One of the Stormcloaks saw her talking to nobody, commenting to his superior, "She is a witch! She talks with spirits. Probably a filthy necromancer!"

Bronzey looked at the group with her eyes burning white with her biotic power. She hovered off the ground in a fit of rage and obscenities. Slamming both her hands together palm-to-palm an energetic, biotic ball formed. That biotic glow of hers getting more intense as she roared out, "Nobody fucking calls me a necrophiliac!"

"A what?" The lead guardsman said but before he could find out what she was talking about, the large, biotic blast came at them knocking them all back. Even the horses were blown away. The ten men he was with and even the rest of the Riverwood guards flew backwards off their feet. The biotic pulse broke tree limbs and ripped earth from the ground. All of them down as Bronzey hovered down to the ground panting. That blue aura gone as she grabbed her shotgun. Still with a bit of a ragged breath, she commanded, "Yeah, now stay down!"

Turning to walk away she turned back hearing five of them getting back up. Weapons drawn they came at her with the bowmen taking aim. Most were still knocked down but she focused on these five. She aimed her Eviscerator shotgun with one hand, "You fuckers are about the dumbest bags of shit I ever seen!" She pulled back the trigger blowing away the five with the wide, powerful shot. The men were blasted away with some splitting open like butchered farm animals. Returning the shotgun back to her lower back she walked off, seeing if she couldn't find her way out of the illusion she had been dumped into.

Sitting up the lead guardsman for the Stormcloacks rubbed his head and looked over seeing the dismembered bodies of his compatriots. He had seen the white boomstick she had used to do it as he stood up. Another one of his men helped him up as he stood as well.

The two of them stood frightened of the power they had just experienced as the rest of his men stood. Some were trying to heal themselves and heal their battle brethren. The small yet powerful nord next to the imperial said with fear trembling his voice, "Sir, I have seen some powerful magic before. But I have never seen anything like that!"

With a groan of pain and a restoration spell active in his free hand the imperial Stormcloak said with a stern tone, "I have."

With a flabbergasted look to his face the nord asked bewildered, "Where?!"

"Ever work guard duty in Riften?"

"No sir."

"I have. That's probably why you're still alive. You're too young to remember that first bloodbath that happened so many years ago but I do." Looking back at the dead guards. Both Stormcloaks and Riverwood guards. "This sort of reminds me of it."

"Oh Talos! You mean…"

"Yeah." The imperial groaned out with blood-soaked memories flooding his brain. "Aimee. The Brutal Bosmer of Riften. Murder of the Broadshield clan."

"I may not have worked Riften but I remember when that homicidal elf came to Whiterun. I don't even think she spared the children!"

Looking at his compatriot the imperial said, "Of course she did."

The nord became angered, "Were you there?!"

"No but she has left her swath of carnage through Riften more than a few times. It's a hateful place to her. But one thing she never-ever did was attack the orphanage. Homicidal?" He made a huff, "No doubt! Some say she's death given flesh. But she's not genocidal. She's not a child killer. She despises the very notation of it. I think those kids might be the safest beings in all of Skyrim!"

"Why are we talking about her again?!"

"Who do you think were going to pay a visit to?"

"Sir, with all due respect, we just survived a fight with one seemingly god-like killer. I don't feel like pushing my luck."

"You are going to have to. She's the only one in all of Skyrim who can handle something like this!"

"I think I would rather go ask a dragon for help!"

"She killed all of them, remember?"

"We faced down this harlot. We just need to…"

The imperial interrupt his Nordic companion with a wide-eyed rage, shouting at him, "You want two of these women running around?!"

The nord couldn't answer. He looked down to the ground in slight shame not thinking of the consequence of two super-powered murders.

"There's only one way you deal with this kind of power." The imperial guardsman said looking off the way the blue glowing woman had walked off. "You get another and hope they kill each other."

The Nord just slowly nodded. "They might tear up half of Skyrim!"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take."

His Nordic companion looked back at their dead horses as the men were back to their feet. "Looks like we're walking."

The imperial just patted the nord on the shoulder, "We'll get new ones. Come on."