The monster came out of nowhere. Twice the size of anyone I've seen and stronger than any orc, appearing like a whimscal Hircine-conjured nightterror before kicked Somuscus' chest so hard I thought his bones were brittle of a man thrice his age! That was the mildest of this predator's killings.
With a serrated blade the length of nearly two of my own arms, he split Voga from her legs from the rest of her before hewing down Letranni and Jharron like deer.
Gods, I never...that daedra was killing us like it was a mere annoyance and tried to escape but we couldn't - I couldn't let it get away.
If it wasn't for the battlemages throwing their magicks at it and Lieutenant Gorgzul...not even he could stop it from damn near tearing his skull and spine out of his own back. I have heard tales of things in the wilderness...things that hunt man like sport. I thought it was mere bandits or madmen of the Reach, but that thing is no man. I seen the skulls on its belt...the sabertooth fur on its waist. The pure 'ease' of its fighting...
Thank the gods that that treacherous Ulfric couldn't tell friend from foe in the chaos.
The Thu'um he unleashed knocked it. I wanted to kill it but it seemed the General have other plans. I don't like it but orders are unfortunately orders. May it be banished to whatever daedric hell it crawled out of.
-Witness Report: Imperial soldier Rolgrik Sarifssen (Nord; 22) - 17th of Last Seed - 4E 201
