Justiciar

"Wanna join them?" Michael asks while nudging Tiffania with an elbow.

She shakes her head, "The Gods of this world might be real, but they aren't my Gods."

"Who do you worship then? Brimir?" he asks, half-sarcastic.

"Even as a joke that's silly." she retorts with a frown, "No, I'm the God of my own life. I won't let anyone else dictate or tell me what to do."

"Even me?" Michael grins, wrapping an arm around her waist and slowly sliding it downwards, causing her to force it back to a safe area.

She blushes slightly, "That's not the same. The Gods didn't resurrect me, they didn't oppose most of a world to save me either."

"So I'm better than a God in your eyes? I'm flattered."

"Of course... You're the most important person-" she starts but is interrupted by Megumin at the side.

"Blaghk! Kiss and make out or something, just stop the married talk! You remind me of my parents!" she says, performing a mock gag as she walks away to examine the other statues around the room.

Michael shakes his head and looks to Illococoo who'd taken a knee next to Vilkas and Shakeesh, "Didn't know you were religious, plus, wouldn't Akatosh be more your style?"

Illococoo opens her eyes and shakes her head, "Talos was Dragonborn, both him and Akatosh might help me understand things better... You think we can visit the Greybeards someday?" she suddenly asks, but is interrupted as the doors to the shrine are kicked open.

*Crash!*

"Hmph! Should have expected the dogs of that scum Ysgramor to show! The creature is here too." the Thalmor leader sneers as he glares at Tiffania, "Come quietly and I may show mercy, for a time."

Vilkas stands and draws his weapon along with everyone else, "Elf scum! Speak of Ysgramor again and I'll have your tongue!"

"Such ferocity. As expected from savages. But can you really claim to respect him after what you've turned into, Dog?"

Vilkas' eyes dart to everyone else in the room as he anxiously checks their reactions, "Silence! You know nothing!"

The Thalmor chuckles, "I know everything. I am Ondolemar, Thalmor Justiciar. Introduce yourself, Werewolf."

Shakeesh sucks in a breath as he sees Vilkas' reaction to this, the man growling like an angry beast, his canines looking far sharper than they usually did, along with the man's hair sticking up like a scared cat. "Werewolf?"

Michael shakes his head, "Don't let this cunt get to you, yeah, the Companions are Werewolves, we can talk about it later." he says, outright putting the Companion's secrets as he looks over the Thalmor.

They had five robed men and three in front of them with elven armour and weaponry. Michael wasn't too sure how strong they'd be, but he had enough cause to be wary of the mages. Altmer were born for magic, so having to fight five specially trained ones might be difficult, especially if he had to protect the others.

Ondolemar grins under his hood while raising his hands, spells manifesting in his palms as he raises a Ward before him and the others.

Michael shakes his head, "Hey Illu, why don't you show these guys your voice?" he asks, knowing full well that most Ward spells were entirely useless against the Thu'um... It wasn't magic, you are forcing reality to bend to your will, no magic involved or needed.

She smiles mischievously before taking a deep breath.

"Stop the gir-" Ondolemar starts but is too late to stop her as her words shake the foundation of the room.

"GOL NOS HAAL!" she shouts, the room rumbling as a dirt brown wave washes through the Thalmor, completely bypassing their wards.

"W-what!?" Ondolemar exclaims with wide eyes as the shout begins to take effect, the stone beneath the Thalmor's feet beginning to shudder as small nails made of rock shoot towards their hands, forcing them to dispel any magic they'd been conjuring. Even nearby rocks and rubble were the same, pummeling the unfortunate elves hands as the three warriors attempted to shield the mages.

Vilkas gives a roar as he charges them, enraged at the fact that the Companion's secret being known to the Thalmor. His enhanced bestial strength allows him to easily swap the Thalmor warrior away with his shield as he buries his blade into another's shoulder, cutting through their elven armour as if it wasn't even there.

Shakeesh quickly recovers from his shock at this, following his Shield-Brother into battle and deflecting a blade heading from Vilkas' back by the last remaining Thalmor warrior.

"Megumin! Stop them from leaving!" Michael shouts as he spots the terrified Thalmor mages attempting to flee through the exit, their crippled hands making them completely useless in a fight.

"Aye aye Capt'in!" she laughs as she thrusts her hand before the door, completely covering it in red hot runes, forcing the elves away from it as they all well know what such things would do if disturbed.

Ondolemar growls and snatches a staff from his underling, using it to channel magic instead of attempting to fight against the rocks that haven't stopped trying to cripple their hands. "COWARDS! STAND AND FIGHT!" he roars as his defenceless underling drops to the ground with lifeless eyes, his memory having been completely annihilated by Tiffania's Erase spell.

Michael Blink Strikes behind the man and slashes Derflinger across his back, forcing the man to stumble forwards as his robes split uselessly against the strike. "Not so cocky now you're in range of my sword, are you!?"

Ondolemar turns and thrusts the staff forwards, blasting a stream of Lightning at Michael... Only for him to raise Derflinger and allow the sword to absorb all of it, as if he were Mace Windu against Palpatine... Minus the betrayal of course.

"Oooohoo! That's nice!" Derflinger laughs as the dumbfounded elven mage falls backwards as something grips his leg...

"What the-" he gasps as Darth squeezes tightly, crushing the elf's leg and shattering both tibia and fibula all at once.

The tip of the still crackling Derflinger's blade is held towards Ondolemar's throat, causing the elf to freeze as Michael grins down at him, "Go on, say you surrender to us lowly creatures... Or else." he growls, pushing Derflinger closer, causing the Elf to grimace.

"I-surrender! Surrender! Mercy!"

"Almost... Now. Beg."