FVN Chapter 327: Chapter LIII: Draconic Throwdown (Part 1)
Chapter 327: Chapter LIII: Draconic Throwdown (Part 1)
Chapter 327: Chapter LIII: Draconic Throwdown (Part 1)
(General POV)
An axe slammed into the head of a reanimated legionary, the Orismer wielding it backing off just in time to avoid another zombie from jumping him and biting down on his throat, its head getting splattered by an errant firebolt a mere moment later.
A silence descended upon the once-battlefield as the two opposing shieldwalls slowly backed away from each other, confusion and fear slowly setting in now that the haze of the fight had started to leave them.
The quiet did not last though, as one of the rebels pointed his weapon at the young man leading the legionaries accusingly "What have you done you godless bastards?!"
Before Tiberius could respond, Zarok growled in anger "Watch your mouth whelp! Whatever just happened certainly wasn't on us."
The rebel went to retort but Tiberius finally found his voice and raised a hand to forestall him "Hold. Did you hear that?" A sound in the distance sent a shiver down the spine of all those present.
"Buying time, are we?" The stormcloak blustered with false bravado.
The roar came again, only this time it was far closer. Tiberius' curiosity finally overpowered his caution and he turned around to see what it was, only to find himself utterly stunned by the blue blur barrelling straight towards them.
He was shaken from his stupor as someone grabbed him by the collar of his armor and forcefully dragged him away "OUT OF THE STREET, NOW!" Zarok thundered and even the rebels knew to follow his order.
But it was too late for many as the dragon descended and shouted "FUS RO DAH!" The wave of force utterly shattering the street below it, not sparing most of the houses either as tiles of stone were sent flying everywhere. Whoever was not fortunate enough to be turned to paste in an instant was then struck by the flying debris and broken as the mighty beast let out a sound akin to a contemptuous chuckle, ignoring the survivors and continuing on with its rampage. Both Zarok and Tiberius looked on in despair as most of their unit was slaughtered in the mere blink of an eye, a simmering rage boiling within the orc while the Imperial could only feel a seeping cold in his heart.
"I WILL RIP THAT BASTARD TO SHREDS!" Zarok growled as bloodrage started setting in. Before he could rush to chase the dragon he was stopped by a firm grasp on his shoulder "We should try and save who we can, we can't possibly face that blasted thing." Tiberius' cold tone was so empty it managed to shake some of the red from his friend's eyes for a moment.
"And what?!" The Orsimer Quaestor barked, even as screams of pain reached him "We just let him get away?"
"We may not be able to do anything." Tiberius' blank tone did not shift for an instant as he pointed to the dragon in the distance "But he can."
Zarok's confusion lasted only for a moment as suddenly bolts of multicolored magic started slamming into the dragon's mouth and snout, the spells were so powerful they even managed to stagger the mythical creature if only for a moment.
Only, the spells did not seem to end as more and more magic started descending upon the creature, now forced on the defensive as it started cursing in its ancient tongue.
"Come." Tiberius spoke again "Let us gather the survivors."
His rage somewhat under control, Zarok grunted his assent and they went to help any who may need it, rebel or imperial. For once the dead rose and dragons descended their conflict seemed so very small in comparison.
(Reyvin's POV)
The recently risen undead seemed to have a particular focus on me as hundreds of them attempted to rush me down, only to be turned to ash by Scorch or shattered by Akulakhan's wild yet precise swings.
I had little time to care for them though, the scaly little shit taking precedence over some undead I doubted could even harm me in any real way.
Magicka surged from within me as blue scales kept cracking under my elemental barrage, my choice of attack shifting with each spell so as to not give my enemy any time to adapt.
It was not to last though, as he finally managed to gather his wits once he was forced to land atop one of the nearby manor roofs and started casting magical wards to blunt my onslaught. Which was exactly where I wanted him.
I slammed his mind with my own, eliciting a surprised grunt of pain, before shouting "JOOR" He flinched at the first word "ZAH FRUL!"
The wave of baleful blue surged toward its target, his eyes widening first in fright but then in fury, as he battled the house below him with both his hands, shattering it utterly and letting himself fall just under the shout's radius.
I was already moving before he fell, my sword in hand and dragonskin covering my flesh. He barely had the time to shake the dust from his eyes as he found me swinging at one of them. The shriek of pain was followed by a wild flurry of claws as everything in front of him was
destroyed.
"Accursed mortal!" He half hissed half growled, one of his eyes now missing and the hole it left gushing with dragonsblood "Know that Iiznahkriid will be your end!"
I scoff "Those far better than you have tried." and once again point Magnus' staff at him. Before I can let loose on his ass I feel the sudden urge to get out of the way, and the shadows drag me to the side just in time to miss the grasping jaws of yet another dragon whose presence I could barely feel.
That same dragon retreats in a blur as Akulakhan's glaive comes in slamming down to where its head once was, cratering the stone tiles below.
"Your weakness is a disgrace, brother." The new dragon mocked as he looked down at me with hunger, he too was covered in scales of blue but his were of a far darker hue than those of his compatriot.
"Why do you interrupt my battle, Vulstrunfeyn?" The one-eyed dragon hissed "I have the mortal well in hand."
The numerous arrows stinging the dragon's hide went seemingly ignored as the massive
creature peered down at its worthy foe, but before he could mock or praise him, Tullius was not sure, a distant roar of pain drew both of their eyes.
A dark blue dragon was falling from the skies, a blur of gold following after him all the while
and blasting him with spells of all kinds.
"Hmmm..." The red dragon hummed in what seemed to be amusement as he observed both of his allies get grounded. He turned back to the general and his gathering soldiers, knowing he would not be able to do both he grinned "Rejoice, brave mortals! Odahviing shall spare you
on this day!"
And just like that he flapped his wings and left, his form becoming a mere red blur heading to
the city.
"Blast it all!" Tullius kicked the ground, ignoring the searing pain in what remained of his
hand, he turned to his men with bloodshot eyes "I will not order any of you to follow me." He said, the implication clear to even the slowest.
One by one, the still hale, and even some of the wounded, legionaries started gathering in
front of him, all of them standing tall and proud, their weapons ready.
"Good." Tullius muttered proudly, drinking a potion as he turned back to the city "We move."
He commanded simply and they descended.
(Reyvin's POV)
Blinding the absolute shit out of Vulstrunfeyn seemed to work wonders as I turned myself
into a beacon of light, catching him so off guard in his moment of triumph as he ripped one of
my wings off, that I managed to hit him with a dragonrend and then almost disembowel his ass as I slammed into him as he fell.
Naturally, the world just wouldn't let me have even this, as this was the exact moment Iiznahkriid managed to push Akulakhan off with the help of another surge of undead, only Scorch's detonation stopped him from using the same trick on me.
Sick and fucking tired of these two I shrieked out a "YOOL TOR SHUUUUL!" Searing their
wounds and cracked scales with my most well mastered shout, slamming myself with a regenerative syringe in the same movement and feeling a new wing burst out of my back. Once again we found ourselves staring at each other as both sides prepared for yet another clash, but we were both distracted by two very distinct sounds.
The dragons by a series of quickened steps coming from the north.
And I by another, much greater roar coming from the south.
All the time and strength I spent battling these fuckers was apparently for nothing, and now another one of Alduin's edgy fraternity decided to join us... 'Fuck it, time to up the ante.' I decided, and shouted "KREIN AAR VOKUN!"
Iiz Nah Kriid = Ice Fury Slayer
Vul Strun Feyn = Dark Storm Bane
Krii Lun Aus = Kill Leech Suffer
Strun Bah Qo = Storm Wrath Lightning
Su Grah Din = Storm Battle Grace
A stone from thee, a stone for me, we are all one beautiful stone racket ring-
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