I own the Thu'um for homestead defence, since that's what the Greybeards intended.

Four bandits breach my storage barn.

“By the Nine?” I mutter, as I grab my iron helmet and channel my voice. Shout the first brigand apart, he's obliterated on the spot. Draw breath on the second bandit, miss him entirely since there's gore in my eye and obliterate my tenant's hound instead.

I have to resort to the dwarven ballista at the top of the ladder loaded with exploding bolts, "IS SOMEONE THERE!?", a single bolt shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel alert the settlement's guards to the commotion.

Unsheathe iron dagger and charge the last terrified furlicker. It bleeds out waiting on the priestess of Kynareth to arrive since hair-matted wounds are impossible to stitch up, just as the Greybeards intended.