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(It's time for some more epic Varg action. Better get your towels ready to wipe some tears away.)

"Is that... is that an anchor?!" exclaimed Mara in fear. "Goodness, this is worse than we thought!"

Varg grinded his teeth at the sight of gigantic monstrous construction hovering above Mournhold. "This is not good."

"We have to go there! Our friends are there, they might need help!"

"Look at that, Mara", said Varg. "I don't think they are dumb enough to know that they would all be dead if they had entered that place. I think it's more likely that if they ever were here they must have fled the field..."

He didn't have the chance to say anything else before a crossbow bolt came soaring through the air and hit him in the shoulder. "FUCK!" he yelled out.

"VARG!" cried Mara.

Varg ripped the bolt from his flesh and looked at the direction the bolt had been coming from. In front of them stood a horde of Dremoras, all armed to the teeth with range weapons as well as heavy melee weapons. They slowly surrounded the pair and began to get closer and closer for every step.

"Varg, what should we do?" Mara asked and put her back up to him closer.

"I know what I must do", he muttered in response. "Mara", he said calmly. "I need you to leave."

She turned around and looked at him in dismay. "No, you can't mean that that. I beg you! Now when I finally have someone to share my life with I refuse to let the opportunity of a happy life with you get out of my hands! Don't do this to me, Varg!"

"I have to!" he growled. "To protect you! Go to the others! Find Varin or Vaniel, or whatever the fuck their names are! Go!"

But she just stood there with tears in her eyes and shook her head. "No..."

Varg embraced her and kissed her. "Sweet little bird", he sang to her. "It's time for you to fly home. Leave the wolf to fend for itself. And there will be tears no more."

She didn't want to leave his embrace, but nodded at his decision and did as she was bid. She ran away from the scene with tears in her eyes as the Dremora came closer to the child of Sithis.

Varg sighed heavily and sang the last verse in the old song to himself. "Yet still you can hear the howl of a wolf's broken heart..."

The first Dremora swung a greataxe at him. He dodged it with ease and shoved its shaft up through the skull of the Daedra with brutal force. "And FUCK YOU, the wolf said!" he continued to sing even though the lyrics were all wrong. "I will protect my sweet bird by RIPPING YOU TO PIECES, YOU SHIT!" he sang as he grappled another Dremora and used his own claymore to sever him in halves.

Another bolt hit him in his back. "Fuckers don't know how to aim", he groaned. He could hear his own pulse ringing in his ears and the blood came pumping out of his gaping wounds.

As soon as he had a little more space between him and the rest of the seemingly neverending horde of monsters with weapons he had but one thought in his mind. ''It takes a monster to kill a monster. ''In the next moment the Dremora were looking up at Varg's preferred form. The Black Wolf had once again been summoned and answered with the only code it knew: Massacre everything within sight.

The great wolf stomped and jotted with its paws in the ground as a signal to the Dremora to leave him alone. They didn't take the hint. He then noticed that Mara had stopped only to look back at him in his new form.

"JUST GO!" the Black Wolf boomed. "GET TO SAFETY!" he growled.

And that was the last thing he saw of her. She disappeared beyond the rocky cliffs at the coast. She will be fine, he thought. I just have to kill these bastards off to make sure no one follows her!

A daedric spear came flying through the air and hit his left front leg. The giant wolf roared in pain and grabbed the guilty Dremora and swallowed him whole. A volley of crossbow bolts hit him in the side, piercing through his thick coat of fur. He rose up on two legs and came crashing down into the horde with his two front paws, killing several Dremoras. However the act gave them the chance to get in real close to him with halberds and spears, poking him wherever they could. The wolf thrashed with its head and smacked several attackers away, but they just kept coming.

''There is no end to them! ''he thought as continued to rip them to pieces with his gigantic jaws.

Another volley hit him in the chest and he could almost feel how they were close to hit his heart. He snarled in blind rage and began to snort before he charged up and sprinted straight through the horde, trampling any Dremora unlucky enough to come in his way. By the time he was done the wastes outside of Mournhold were darkened with the black blood of the Dremora.

He was spilling gallons of his own out by himself, caused by the infinite number of spears, axes, bolts, arrows, halbers and all kinds of pointed and sharpened things the creatures had buried into his flesh.

He needed to rest, he was out of strength and he was limping across the killing grounds with spears in his heels and legs. It caused him pain just to walk anywhere, and everything was blurry and out of focus. I just want to lay myself down, he reflected. ''That's all... I just need some rest...''

He didn't have anymore time to think of that before the sound of Mournhold's massive city gates opening echoed across the waste. ''What's next? ''he thought. He looked slowly up towards the gates of the city. A new horde came rushing towards him with an entire new arsenal of weapons. Somehow deep down inside he knew that this was indeed the end of a long journey... and another journey awaited him...

''If only I had kissed her some more... ''With one final effort he rampaged against the horde with his snarling head swinging back and forth in frustration. The horde was prepared for death and so was he.

And over half the countryside a desperate howl could be heard. The howl of a wolf's broken heart...