"What. Do. You. Want." Surtr growls, only to be punched in the face by the annoyed orc woman.
*Thud*
Surtr stumbles back from the abrupt punch, glaring daggers at Jackle. "You..."
"You want another? You're a dragon without scales, by Malacath I'll ram my fist up your ass to tear out that stick that's found its way in there!"
Surtr grabs her and punches her in the face, wrenching her head sideways as he throws two more for good measure. Each punch echoes through the hall, far stronger than Jackle's earlier one.
Eventually, she comes to, bringing her arms up to defend herself from acquiring more than just a bloody face. "You want a fight!? Fine!"
The two begin brawling, their skill with fist fighting was around even, and while Surtr was now stronger than her, he found his feet uncomfortable to use... His muscle memory was affected by that of the dragon he'd absorbed.
Their fight continues up the stairs and into the hall where many others were having their hang-over breakfasts.
"Oi, we've got a fight here! Hah! You think Jackle found her way into his bed or something!?" Torvar, one of the recent recruits laughs.
Shakeesh steps forwards, "Surtr! Jackle! What're you doing!?"
"This arrogant fool thinks he's better than the rest of us! I'm not having it!" Jackle shouts as she throws a haymaker that barely misses its mark.
"You attackED me, you damned pig!" he Surtr growls in response, grabbing Jackle and throwing her over a table, knocking over all the food and cutlery in the process.
"MY DRINK!" Farkas exclaims as his mug of cider tumbles into the fire.
"JUST, GO, DOWN!" Surtr shouts as he pummels Jackle to the floor, the orc going still as she loses unconsciousness... The Dragonborn doesn't stop however, continuing to strike her despite her state.
"SHE'S DOWN, GET OFF OF HER ALREADY!" Farkas exclaims as he and many other Companions pull Surtr away, not willing to just let the guy murder one of their Shield-Sisters.
"I'LL FIGHT YOU ALL! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF ME!" Surtr shouts, flailing his arms and knocking a few to the side in his rage. Who to pause when his eyes feet the purple-haired girl who'd just entered the hall.
...
"Should I come back later?" she asks, causing everyone else to follow Surtr's gaze.
"Saeko! You're upright and not dead!" Farkas barks as he walks over and hugs her.
"That's great, but if you're busy I'll come back later..." Saeko says, gesturing her head at Surtr who was still being held.
The Dragonborn numbly looks around, the people holding him, then at Jackle on the floor, realization striking him. This wasn't him... Why did he beat his friend so viciously? Would he do it again?... How would the swordswoman view him?
"I..."
"You're batshit insane, that or affected by whatever the dragon did! Or that soul-stealing whatever!" Vilkas says as he walks over to Jackle and begins looking her over.
"So, I can tell you aren't just here to greet some friends." Farkas says to Saeko.
She shakes her head, "I am, but, I also want to know the status of Michael. Have you heard from him?"
Farkas nods, "He was here a couple days ago, spoke to Vilkas about the dragon attack on Dawnstar. Wait here long enough and he'll be back, something's got him coming back." he shrugs his shoulders.
Saeko hums, "So I just missed him..."
"Brings his elf lover with him too, Tiffania, you two friends? Gentle as a butterfly that one... I'm more interested in what you've been doing, I've heard some things from Hammerfel about a purple-haired swordsman tearing through Thalmor like wheat..."
Saeko's eyes sharpen, "Did he... Thanks for letting me know. I'll catch up later with you if I have time..."
"Y-you... You cut the dragon's wing off." Surtr says as he approaches, the other Companions looking warily at him, fearing he might attack Saeko.
"I did, why?" she curtly replies, not a fan of the man attacking Jackle, who she'd known during her stay in Jorrvaskr.
Surtr pauses, unsure of what to say next, "I, saw it. You were... Superb, that attack-..." he trails off...
"If that's all?" Saeko neutrally asks.
"No, I... I would like to invite you to drink-, I mean, to eat..." Surtr attempts, but by Saeko's cold look, he'd clearly failed.
"I would rather not. Thank you for the offer though." she says as she walks away, wishing to wait for a day or two to see if Michael would visit Whiterun again. If that failed she'd send a Courier, to stop them from going back and forth like headless chickens... Michael could teleport after all, and she couldn't.
"Aye... I'll see you later." Surtr replies, ignoring or not noticing Saeko's dismissal of him.
Farkas looks at him as Saeko leaves, "You, me, Kodlak and Jackle need to talk. Unless you want to fight me while you're at it?"
Surtr shakes his head, "No, I've realised my mistake. That shouldn't have happened... Will..."
"Will Jackle be ok? Probably, I've seen her take wor-"
"Will that woman, Saeko, be back?"
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Michael strolls through Whiterun alone, a frown on his face as he glances around at the happy people... "A dragon attack, yet no one is shitting themselves..." he snaps his fingers, "I fucking missed it!"
"Hold on partner, I thought you didn't want to get involved with this sort of thing?" Derflinger inquires from his hip.
"I did say that, but I wanted to see how the Dragonborn and everyone else was going to deal with a dragon... They SHOULD NOT have been able to kill a single one! Trust me, dragons aren't anything to take lightly!"
"Well, maybe this 'Dragonborn' stuff has something to it?"
Michael rubs the bridge of his nose, "Yeah, probably, but I wanted to see it in action... Is it just plot armour, luck? Or does that guy have some hidden talents that only come to light against dragons?"
"Well... When you put it like that... Too bad you missed it, huh?"
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Michael goes around asking folk of Whiterun about the dragon attack for an hour or two, not finding anything too interesting in the process. Other than the appearance of a purple-haired sword master, which he quickly identified... Not that he needed to, since he heard her voice calling out to him not five minutes later.
"Michael!" Saeko happily exclaims as she walks forwards and wraps him up in a 'friendly' hug, and Derflinger couldn't help but let out a knowing cackle at Michael's stiff response.
"Saeko!... You're back I see." he remarks, patting her on the back while trying to ignore the large melons pressed into his chest. Not as big as Tiffania's but definitely bigger than basically everyone else in Tamriel...
The swordswoman grins, brushing a hand over his neck and cheek as she unlatches herself from him... But not before taking a rather loud sniff of his scent. "I arrived just in time to help deal with the dragon. It sounds almost like fate, you being here only confirms it for me."
"Fate...? I didn't you know subscribed to that..." he says while looking her over. She'd aged gracefully, looking somewhat more mature than when he'd first picked her up. Her palms had thick callouses on them, describing just how much time she'd been putting into her blade work.
She shrugs her shoulders in response, "Well, I'd call you falling in front of our bus fate, you and I meeting fate, you bringing me to this world, me arriving just on time to save the Dragonborn's life... If not fate, then I have been so incredibly lucky that I might die when the pendulum returns."
"Well, unless it destroys the world, I think we'll manage... Even then we'll probably be fine. So, what've you been doing since you left without a word?" he asks, making sure to add an edge to his words before leading her to the inn so they could sit down... He could tell they were in for a long chat.
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Michael and Saeko got reacquainted over some food and drinks, the girl regaling him with her many stories of fighting against the Thalmor, and learning the Way of the Sword, along with the fact that she'd managed to manifest her Shehai, spirit sword.
He was very interested in that, wondering if it would be worth attempting to learn it himself... Until he found that her companion, a man named Raiden had been studying it non-stop for most of his life and still hadn't reached Saeko's couple years of progress.
Most of his learning boost skills involved magic and studying, so something practical like a type of swordsmanship would take far too long to be useful, especially with all the world-ending threats that'd been coming in like a volley of punches. By the time he got around to learning it, he'd already be a god-stomping badass... Or at least, he hoped he would.
Unfortunately, or fortunately in some people's eyes, it was clear that Saeko's affection for him had only increased during their time apart, the girl taking every opportunity to touch him, lock eyes, and every other page in the flirting book. To be honest, it was kind of difficult to eat when she kept laying her hand over his...
"Saeko..." he starts, trailing off as her face forms a frown.
"Don't. I know what you're going to say, and I don't care. Tiffania and I will be having a nice long discussion when we meet." she firmly states.
"This isn't something you can just talk out, or are you going to challenge her to another duel or some-" he pauses at the twitch of her brow, "You are aren't you..." he mutters, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
"You don't understand, men have their own 'dick-measuring' contests, for us women it's different... Unless you can tell me that you honestly hold no romantic feelings towards me, or feel no amount of affection, I will continue to pursue you." she states, watching his face for any indication otherwise.
...
Obviously, even if he said no it would be a big lie. He was a red-blooded man, and she was an incredibly sexy woman who was pining after him like a dog in heat... Whether or not he remained faithful to Tiffania, the attraction was clear.
One thing Saeko had a big advantage with compared to his elf lover was her knowledge and familiarity with modern Earth, the technology entertainment, language, history... Even the small things like movie references. While Saeko's world didn't possess every piece of media his did, some was close enough to be comparable. He didn't have to say how depressing it was for his girlfriend to miss almost every joke and reference he made... Even Tiffania had gotten better at recognising them, a 'native' would understand him far better.
Still, as much as he wanted to, he would allow himself to be a scummy piece of shit and hurt the innocent elf girl who'd come to love him. She'd probably accept it if he forced it, but that was it, him forcing it against her wishes...
"Why are you so keen on this, Saeko? Can't you see that I'm happy?... Tiff is happy?..." he asks, was she selfish enough to potentially destroy what he had now?... Unfortunately, he already knew the answer before it left her lips.
"Because I want it, and I want to be happy too. Would you truly deny me the chance to plead my case to your lover? You're a man, I can see how you view me, can you resist?" she asks, pushing her chest out to emphasize her curves.
He was thankful the sound of his reaction hitting the bottom of the table wasn't audible... Not to mention his 'dulled emotions' from [Dead God...?], that'd probably helped stop him from jumping over the table. Damn sexy bitch!
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