"[b]At last![/b]" [i]The Champion of Domination, the Specter of Ruination, the One Whom Conquers and the Bloody Wraith, had come.[/i] [i]The Nord man, embellished in the shining black plates of fine Ebony armoring, swirls of enchanting runes running throughout the midnight plates that layered his being. He stood tall, muscular and firm, as mighty as a Nord could ever hope to be, really.[/i] [i]As he twirled that jagged Mace of Molag Bal in his right hand, he raised his arms, laughing underneath the stainless black helmet that donned his head.[/i] "[b]Come, little mage! Let us see how-[/b]" [i]Only, he was cut off.[/i] [i]The massive, gilded hammer flattened the warrior entirely, as it came down upon his being, crushing him in one single, terrible slam. The cracking of bones splintered through the air, the literal destruction of organs and flesh squelching through the silence, as blood oozed from the once shining armor. Now, the armor was merely flattened. Crushed.[/i] [i]The hammer rose up, resting upon the shoulder of a woman whom underneath her gilded gold mask, laughed at the dead Champion. She was.. shorter than him, by a few inches, though six feet tall nonetheless, suited in her own set of armoring. She would heave up the massive hammer, a weapon as big as her, as she looked over at the sword.[/i] "Ugh, I prefer a hammer." [i]She murmured, displeased.[/i] "Or whatever he wanted to crush. I should crush it now.."