Kapitel 530: Good, you're awake... Again...

*Cough! Cough! Cough!*

"Get up you damned fool!" a voice says as Surtr is rolled onto his back, the tree that was previously pinning him down having been removed.

Surtr coughs once more and spits on the floor, removing the ash and soot from his mouth. "Ah... Gods..."

"I said get up! It's not over yet!" Ralof exclaims, pulling Surtr to his feet.

"R-Ralof... What happened? How long was I out?"

"I don't know, some minutes? Come on, that dragon's still out there, we need to get out before it gets hungry and started looking for survivors!"

Surtr shakes his head, "No. The fight's not done until I'm dead!" he states, shaking off Ralof's hand and marching towards the burial mound that was now enveloped in a bright swirling blue light.

"S-Surtr! We can't fight them! We need to run!" Ralof stutters out, shocked that his friend basically wanted to commit suicide.

"Go find Galmar! If I don't survive, we'll meet again in Sovngarde!"

"We already found him! Leg shattered and chest almost caved in! He's the first one they pulled out!... Stop being a fool and come with me!" he shouts, failing to persuade his friend to retreat... Ralof shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek and following after Surtr, deciding to go out like a hero with the hero.

Almost all of the other Stormcloaks had been killed, with a few stragglers here and there trying to escape. The inn had been burned to the ground, and no ballistae remained standing.

"Sahloknir, ziil gro dovah ulse! Slen Tiid Vo!" the giant black dragon roars causing a skeletal dragon to burst from the burial mound. Flickers of light gather around it and begin getting absorbed by the newly born beast, its flesh manifesting from seemingly nowhere at all.

"Gods... It was true..." Ralof mutters in horrified fascination.

"Alduin, thuri! Boaan tiid vokriiha suleyksejun kruziik?"(Alduin, my Lord! Has the time come to revive our ancient realm?) the newly born icy blue dragon asks as it stands.

"Geh, Sahloknir, kaali mir." (Yes, Sahloknir, my champion!) Alduin states before turning its head towards Surtr, "Ful, losei Dovahkiin? Zu'u koraav nid nol dov do hi. Fin pook do hin joor tal kras zu'u." (So, you are Dovahkiin? I see none of the dragonkind in you. The stench of your mortal part sickens me.)

The dragon pauses and starts again in Tamrielic, "You do not even understand our tongue, do you not?"

Surtr shakes his head, "I understand loud and clear, Alduin! I won't let you destroy this world!"

"Kouh, why? Has your mortal mentality fooled your senses? It is time." Alduin states.

"Because IT IS MINE!!" Surtr shouts, his blood bubbling as he fearlessly glares at the dragon.

"Hmph. You are more alike than I thought... Get stronger, Dovahkiin, then we can speak, Tinvaak, on what the fate of this rotting world should be... Sahloknir, have him prove his worth. Kill him." Alduin commands before flying away, uncaring that the literal Dragonborn was standing right before him.

The blue dragon nods its head and turns towards Surtr and Ralof, "Let it commence, Tinvaak. Who has the stronger Thu'um." it growls.

Surtr takes a deep breath spits some ash onto the snow-covered ground, and waves at Ralof, "Leave, this isn't for you."

"But-!"

"I SAID LEAVE!" Surtr growls, showing his teeth as he turns back to the dragon, "I AM SURTR, FIGHT ME SAHLOKNIR! FUS RO DAH!" he shouts, utilising all the knowledge and experience from both Arngeir and the dragon soul he'd previously absorbed.

A shockwave blasts forth with incredible power, shredding the ground, flinging snow, and uprooting any plants in its wake as it approaches the dragon.

Strangely, the dragon does not and simply allows it to hit. It closes its eyes and allows the force to wash over it, as if it'd only been hit in the face by steam from a spa. "Sahlo. Weak. You possess the voice of the dead, none of your own. FUS RO DAH!" it shouts back with an even bigger shockwave, it hits Surtr straight on and throws him many meters across the grass, he lands with a thud and quickly gets up despite the big purple bruise beginning to form on his chest.

"Damned walking lizard. I won't die here! FUS RO DAH!" he shouts again with even more force, pushing the back ever so slightly.

"BETTER. AGAIN!" the dragon grouses, throwing the same shout back... Only for Surtr to dodge it this time, taking advantage of the distance between them. "COWARD! FO KRAH DIIN!" it shouts, beginning to spew frost from its maw instead.

"FEIM!" Surtr shouts, turning ethereal and running through the frost breath while approaching with his blade at the ready.

"FAAS RU MAAR!"

A wave of purple runs over Surtr and instantly causes fear and despair to erupt within his mind. He grits his teeth and shrugs it off however, whispering calming words to himself as he finally reaches his foe.

"DIR DOVAH!" he roars as he charges, his voice causing Sahloknir to rear back on its hind legs and growl menacingly.

"Dovah nis dir! Nunon hi!" (Dragons cannot die! Only you!) the dragon exclaims and attempts to bite Surtr in half, the Nord barely avoids it, skimming around its mouth and slashing his sword at the side of its neck which only carves off a thin layer of scales.

"Zu'u fen wahl hi dir!" (I will make you die!) he shouts, his voice echoing as if he'd just used a formal shout. His next attack actually manages to draw blood, piercing its scales and nicking the flesh underneath.

"I WILL DEVOUR YOU! YOL AL PAH!" it roars out, spewing napalm-like fire all around it, sticking almost every surface with the deadly substance. It doesn't last all that long, not because it lacks power, but because it simply burns away its fuel too quickly.

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Kapitel 531: Two Downed

Surtr quickly skirts around the side of Sahloknir, ducking and weaving underneath the dragon as it tried to burn him alive with its vicious fire.

*Skiit!*

He slashes up at its stomach as he slips underneath it, cutting a thin line into its soft underbelly, causing it to drop its weight in an attempt to crush him... He leaps out of the way, landing next to its tail and allowing him to stab his weapon into the back of the dragon's hind knee, crippling that leg for all intent and purposes.

He tries for another slash but is knocked to the ground by the dragon's wing as it flings it backwards, Surtr's weapon clatters to the ground a good distance away, leaving him standing in front of the dragon who was preparing to eat him.

"FEIM!" he manages to shout just as its jaws collapse around him, allowing him to slip through it and avoid that moment of certain death.

*SNAP!*

The beast snaps at him again, which he dodges just as his ethereal status ends... Yet the dragon continues, bloodlust and fury in its eyes as it attempts to bite him in half.

*THIIK!*

*THUD!*

A ballistae bolt whistles through the air and strikes the dragon in the side, causing it to rear back and roar in pain.

Ralof had someone manoeuvred a half-destroyed ballistae into position and shot it... It collapsed instantly afterwards of course, but he'd still done something at least!

The distraction was all Surtr needed as he runs up, kicks off of its wing and lands on its neck while stabbing his unsheathed dagger into its eye.

*ROOOOAAAAAR!*

"ZU'U FEN NI MAH!!" the dragon bellows as it begins spouting a litany of weak and random shouts, its reason seemingly lost in its rage.

Surtr stabs his dagger into the dragon's tear duct to create a handhold, knowing full well that it wasn't long enough to pierce its brain... So instead, he gets close and presses his mouth to its bleeding eye socket and gives a muffled shout... "FUS RO DAH!"

*BOOOM!*

*SPLAATTTER!*

As if someone had crushed two dozen ripe watermelons with a hammer all at once, the dragon's head abruptly explodes as the Unrelenting Force shout was concentrated entirely within its skull. Surtr is thrown back as bits and pieces of brain matter and skull fragments hit his face with great force... He wasn't disgusted however, only proud and satisfied with this victory.

He rolls through the snow with a big grin on his face, laughing despite spraining his ankle while landing on it improperly. He'd just killed the dragon almost completely on his own... Sure, Ralof had helped a bit, but this was far from the army he'd had assisting him back in Whiterun.

"Hahahahaha! How's that... Damn dragon!" he chuckles, not moving as he lays still in the snow.

"Gods! You did it!" Ralof exclaims as he runs over, checking Surtr for injuries.

Surtr hums, "Aye, but it's not over yet... I passed out the last time so, clean this shit from my face if you get the chance." he says, just as the dragon's flesh begins disintegrating, its soul is drawn into Surtr's body.

While he'd experienced this before, he still wasn't able to tolerate the ancient memories that bored their way into his skull. He passes as the soul absorption phenomenon ends, leaving his passed-out body with a baffled Ralof.

The Nord scratches his head, "How'm I going to carry your big ass in all that armour..." he mutters, glancing around to see if any survivors from the Stormcloak forces could help him out...

He lets out a sigh, "Damn, you owe me some drinks for this, fat, half-lizard..." Ralof grumbles as he begins dragging the Dragonborn to safety.

He pulls Surtr next to the burned-down inn and manages to recover a crate of ale. He puts it next to his unconscious friend and sits on it while sipping a drink to wait for reinforcements...

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Three hours later, a scouting group of Stormcloaks approach the destroyed area, quickly spotting the drunk Ralof next to the still unconscious Surtr. "Ey! You lads want to have a couple drinks!? You know, to celebrate and all of that..." the Nord half slurringly offers.

"R-Ralof? You survived? The Dragonborn too?"

Ralof chuckles, "Aye! And that's not all!" he says, gesturing with his drink at the skeletal corpse of the dragon.

...

"So, where is everyone then? Galmar survived, I'm still waiting for help carrying this big oaf." he says, nudging Surtr with his foot.

The lead scout nods, trying to keep his composure and rid himself of his disbelief, "We can scavenge some materials to make a stretcher, let's get the Dragonborn to Windhelm... If he dies I can say with confidence that we're all fucked!"

"What should we do with Ralof? I'd hazard to guess that he's drunk half of that crate..."

"He's just drunk, not an invalid or layabout. He can walk with us... Someone can keep him walking straight if he needs it... That or throw him in a lake."

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Elsewhere, Saeko found herself dragged on yet another mission almost immediately after returning to report the Silver Hand's destruction...

Kodlak, the Harbinger of the Companions and gathered her and the Circle Members to garner their aid to cure curse of Hircine. He was nearing death and didn't wish to spend eternity in Hircine's hunting grounds as a rabid animal...

The others, of course, accepted. While Aela, Skjor, and the newly cursed Shakeesh didn't want to cure themselves, the others could see the utility in it... No one was saying they had to cure themselves immediately, indeed, the choice to choose their fate was an alluring one.

Saeko agreed to accompany them on their mission to slay the Glenmoril Witches who'd originally cursed the Companions. To be honest, if they managed to find a cure to the affliction, she was highly likely to accept the curse herself... The increased abilities were far too great to ignore for a warrior like herself, after all, that is the reason the Companions accepted the curse to begin with.