Vignettes from the Battle for Tymbren: His Favorite Version

He was on his own, surrounded by the towering juggernauts of the enemy, clad in their armor of night. A trickle of blood dripped down his arm from a wound that had been inflicted on him by one of those large deadiron swords. He wasn't invincible. He knew that now. But he was about as close to it as a mortal could be.
Ingvar the Ever-Hated grinned as the green haze surrounding his body got thicker and the veins in his neck and arms bulged. He might have been on his own, but he would never be alone again. All around him, the night sky filled with flashes of light and the sounds of combat as his friends—his family—fought alongside him.
A guttural roar ripped from his throat as the emerald steam rising off his body ignited into a massive conflagration. He bared his teeth at the enemy and declared, "FACE INGVAR AS HE WAS MEANT TO BE!"
The rippling emerald flames coalesced into an image of a wolf-man, rising off Ingvar's back and towering over the juggernauts that surround him. It follows his motions, cracking its neck when he does, rolling its shoulders when he does.
Ingvar takes a deep breath, fury twisting like a river of fire through his body until he seized it and forced it to flow according to his will. He opened his eyes, blazing green with power, and grinned as he raised his arms into a fighting stance.
The image of the wolf follows, bringing its front paws in front of its face, wicked-sharp claws of green fire covered with shadow in the left, and glittering golden light in the right. All at once, the juggernauts surrounding him attacked, a barrage of swords and fists that churned the earth underneath to dust.
A juggernaut crashed to the ground, a burning green fist covered in shining gold thrust through its chest. Another collapses with deep gashes leaking black shadow on its back.
Too late, Ingvar notices a sword swinging toward him but before it could make contact, the blade is deflected by a hatchet made of light, while a javelin made of shadow pierces through the eye of the juggernaut that had attacked him. Appearing out of thin air like a ghost, a man wearing a black robe and a black half-mask continued the assault against the juggernaut.
"You were always my favorite version," said the Enforcer, flashing a feral, predatory grin at Ingvar.