Yet just as he was about to reach the door, the entirety of the room burst into pieces, opening the tower up to the skies and giving him a full view of a massive black dragon flying away at full speed.
"Thank you! Now, hello everyone!" I said to the room of directors. "Sorry I'm late! Got stuck ironing my cape, for all my strength unfortunately I wasn't able to defeat the dreaded Wrinkle!" I said with a wink and sat down.
"Nothing so basic" I chuckle and take unnecessary amount of pleasure in how shaky the Jarl becomes with each of my words "I will offer you all a challenge!" I declare while spreading my arms invitingly "Call forth your strongest champions and have them face me in combat, and should you win I will call for a retreat and leave the battlefield, but should you lose I will have your immediate and unconditional surrender."
Just as the morning fog lifted, thousands of legionnaires marched out from the siege camp while the siege ballistae bombarded the different sections of the wall. I walked in front of the formation, Tiberius and his posse in lock step behind me, the thundering of armored feet bringing an old tune to my mind and I started quietly whistling as we marched.
Tbf most monsters are actually thousands of years old
They were using their ability to manipulate the mist, they turned the mist into ropes and it wrapped around griffins from every direction holding it in place.
Percy Jackson: Son of Hades - Prince of the Underworld
"Cute?" I mutter and with a forceful twist of my arm I launch my sword at her, immediately impaling her to the wall, her mouth opens in a silent cream as my sword scalds her very soul, but I have more important things to worry about as I glare at her "Bitch, I am adorable."
I chuckle "So we are just going to ignore the little fact said conduct was that of children, no?" He glares at me and instead of continuing down that line I mock bow "Thane Reyvin Flame-tongue of Solitude, Master Enchanter of Winterhold and dragonslayer of Blackreach." There are some raised eyebrows at the last one but then with a casual shrug I add "But for the purposes of this meeting you may refer to me as Lord Dagoth of Morrowind's sixth great house."
The moment it appears it stares at Scorch with piercing focus, my familiar too returns the stare, and after a while they both point their wings at each other and exclaim in perfect sync ""Who the hell is this n'wah?!""