Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-5614539-20150107202516

Talion stood in the main courtyard of the College of Winterhold at midnight, laying down runes that would summon Daedra to fight him. He teleported himself up to the top of the main tower, and created his pieces of |umbrakinetic armour and twin whips, before watching as the daedra came.

''Vorwith said practice, well, here goes.

He still had his banishing sword strapped to his side, as he leapt off the tower and entered the fray. With a smash, his boot crashed into the ground, and he drew his whips, lashing out as the daedra came at him, and disintegrating them in instants. As the dark fire leapt out, often it would hit two, three, or four simultenaeously, turning them all into dark ash piles. Eventually, though, Talion's ability to use such dark power was exhausted, and his armour dissipated, so he drew his sword, with a banish spell too, and banished the rest of the daedra. He took a seat beside the fountain, exhausted, physically, mentally and magically.