Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

Dakarai attempted to drive his skull into his own; something which the boy avoided with a backwards jolt as soon as the limb beneath him moved upward. the limb slipped from betwixt his jaws, but a moment later, he searched for another opening through which to attack. but no matter, for quite suddenly the boy was no longer alone. for they came then, the wraiths of the wood, killers and warriors and mercenaries, every single one. there came the nightmare's wraith that was his mother, the hellhound that was Atshen, and the purple-eyed warrior that was Miraak. 

And still the boy did not pause, even as they swiftly fell into battle around him. Even the woman joined the fray, perhaps desperate, now. he sprung, fangs agape and cool gaze burning as he dove toward the woman, jaws seeking to drive into her flesh and rip, and tear. the presence of the other's emboldened him, and he knew that they would meet the same fate as the many dozens more trespassers that had faded, crumbled under his mother's fangs.