FVN Chapter 328: Chapter LIV: Draconic Throwdown (Part 2)
Chapter 328: Chapter LIV: Draconic Throwdown (Part 2)
Chapter 328: Chapter LIV: Draconic Throwdown (Part 2)
(General POV)
A certain redhead was peacefully meditating next to her slumbering instructor. The days she spent relaxing greatly aided her in internalizing the changes to both her power and herself forced upon her by what she was.
"Or have I always been this way and power has merely set me free..." She muttered with some amusement. Her current teacher sure did have some interesting ideas on a person's nature, she'd give him that much at least.
She blinked and suddenly found a golden orb larger than her head staring at her, the air barely having moved at all as Krein awoke "So quick to lose focus, Dovahkiin."
Tsking at the dragon's perceptiveness she shrugged, a thin strained smile on her face "I learn better by doing."
"As is your nature, by Father's purpose." He allows after considering briefly "And yet you will find that if you do not learn through study you will never get the chance to do so by doing."
"Yes, yes." She rolls her eyes "Can't get stronger if I am dead, I know."
"So long as you remember." The amused dragon chuckles.
And then stills.
"It would seem that you will get your opportunity sooner than I thought." He rumbles quietly and before she can so much as twitch, grabs her in his hand as the both of them are sucked in by Krein's shadow.
(Reyvin's POV)
The dragons' eyes widen as the shout leaves my mouth, my elongating shadow making them back up in caution as the final third of their little trifecta approached from the distance. A grin spread on my face as I felt my strongest vassal make his appearance, only to disappear as I rounded on a spot below him.
""'What the fuck?!"" Both Minthara and I exclaimed for very different reasons.
"Thuri." Kreinaarvokun rumbled as he observed the battlefield "I see some worms have decided they no longer value their lives."
"What treachery is this?!" Iiznahkriid growls while his elder merely narrows his eyes.
Krein looks down on them with disdain clear in his eyes "Be silent children."
Before they can respond the final dragon lands behind them "Brother." He greets "You have changed."
"Odahviing." Krein greets as warmly as a Dovah can "It has been some time."
As the two dragons started to reminisce, an obvious ploy by Krein to buy us some time for reinforcements that went utterly ignored by the uncaring red dragon, I looked to Minthara and whispered "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'd like to know that too." She hissed "He just grabbed me and we were here."
"Huh." I blink and mutter "Didn't know you could piggyback on the bond like that..."
"Screw that!" Her whisper turns forceful "He could have at least told me to grab my armor."
And she was indeed dressed only in casual clothing save for her bound blade which she always had on her.
I shake my head and roll my eyes "Doesn't work like that."
She goes to complain more but the conversation between the dragons growing more heated draws our attention as Odahviing glares at his brother "So you have sworn yourself to a mortal, Durnehviir? Truly, a Dovah of your power?"
"Durnehviir is dead." Krein declares simply "He died with his arrogance. My name now is Kreinaarvokun!" His pride surges as he speaks "And you are in my Thur's path."
"Pathetic." The youngest dragon present sneers.
Both Krein, Vulstrunfeyn, and Odahviing give Iiznahkriid a look which makes him shut his mouth and try and appear as small as possible.
Odahviing chuckles at this and turns back to Krein "You are certain of this choice then? You are content with serving a mere mortal, even if he is far above the rest?"
"Do not be so quick to doubt my resolve." The black dragon growls before a feral grin overtakes his expression "Besides, we would not get to fight otherwise."
Odahviing's face twists into a similar expression "Indeed brother." He growls "Come then! Show me the same might that surpassed even I in conquest!"
'Make sure you keep the collateral low, otherwise go wild.' I instruct before he can even begin to turn around and ask for permission and just like that he turns into a black shadowy blur, slamming into Odahviing and launching him in the air with a blast of unrelenting force. He did not wait for even a moment as he too took to the skies and they begun their 'debate'. Done casting my spell, I tap Minthara on the shoulder and feel the dragonskin cover her perfectly, earning a quick nod of gratitude as we focused back on our enemies.
As she looks upon the cautious draconic duo, Minthara's whole posture turns predatory and the air around her starts emitting the instinctual hunger she was keeping leashed for weeks
now.
It takes the older of the pair a mere moment to realize who he is looking at "Dovahkiin?!"
The younger of the two almost recoils in fear but manages to compose himself as the both of them suddenly turn much, much more cautious.
"What, afraid of a little death?" Minthara grins "I do wonder how sweet your screams will be once you experience the same as the mortals you kill so wantonly."
with their own gold.
I shake my head with a defeated sigh 'Am I the only sane one in this fucking house?' The satisfied thrill I felt go through my spine as I shot the fucker in the eye and promptly exploded it quickly answered that question.
(General POV) Two dragons circled each other in the air, their movements not stopping for a second as they both seemingly attempted to murder each other with all their power. The red one was a fair bit larger than his opponent and the victor of the majority of their clashes, but even then both
of them were scorched, frostbitten, half-blinded, and gushing so much blood all over the place one might find themselves wondering if they had any left.
And yet for all their ruinous wounds, both of their faces were still carrying those massive
battle-hungry snarls they did even as their battle began.
Odahviing slashed at Kreinaarvokun's face as he just finished scorching his wing in revenge for the other blinding him with a call of sunfire, batting his smaller brother away and
preparing to follow him.
Only to hear a distant voice in his head and suddenly stop, an aggrieved frown on his face.
"The fool tyrant calls?" Krein asks but a moment later, his tone far too relaxed and conversational for all the holes in his body.
"He does." The red dragon sounds almost pouty but then turns hopeful "Do you plan on stopping me?" Krein huffs "My lord values my life more than he does your death."
And that hope disappears immediately "We will finish this another time." Odahviing states
as fact.
"You will not be as lucky then as you were today." His once comrade taunts. Odahviing turns east and shouts "VULSTRUMFEYN IIZNAHKRIID, WE LEAVE!"
(Reyvin's POV)
Odahviing's command reaches them just as Iiznahkriid is done taking a good three hundred
enchanted bolts to the face, the sheer number of projectiles mangling him so much even I
would have trouble recognizing the meaty mess.
Vulstrumfeyn doesn't hesitate then, as he shouts "WULD NAH KEST!" And grabs his brother, trying to leave our range as quickly as possible.
Too bad for him I had no plans on letting him flee.
I grasped the Ebony Blade, brimming with draconic lifeforce, and pointed Magnus' staff at
the pair of dragons.
Massive barbed chains of black and gold burst from all around them, quickly grabbing the younger Dovah as the elder dodged them on instinct.
He tried pulling his brother out but as he did more and more chains started latching onto him
and pulling him down.
The two shared a look, the elder gave Minthara a quick glance, and promptly got the fuck out
of there, leaving his cursing brother to be brought back down to the ground.
He attempted whirling onto us and shouting us apart one last time but just when he was about
to get into a good position for it I yanked, pulling him to the side and in the direction of his
death.
Minthara wasted no time in positioning herself just right, and promptly disemboweling the weakened dragon, once more showering herself in draconic blood and gore, but something in
her expression quickly told me she did not care all that much as she gorged herself on its soul.
Scorch appeared on my shoulder and gave me a look at that but I simply swatted him away and
lit up a cigarette.
This was a fucking skirmish, and I didn't think it was going to be a one-off.
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