Capítulo 429: Clash of Fangs and Tusks
Once Uzgarul was finished with the Forsworn, he arrogantly strides over to the locked Markarth gates which'd been shut once Arean had started his massacre. This was both to stop him from leaving while they waited for assistance and also to prevent the likely Forsworn invasion.
Unfortunately for them all, the large, heavy Dwemer gates were standing between Uzgarul and his quarry...
The orc gives the metal gate a few taps with Volendrung to test its durability before gaining some distance in preparation for a charge. "THE WEAK WILL FALL TO MY MIGHT LIKE THE GATES OF YOUR PATHETIC CITY!" the orc roars as he sprints forwards, Volendrung glowing intensely as he furiously slams it into the gate.
*CRAAAAAASH!*
*CREEEEEEEAAA!*
One Markarth gate instantly explodes from its hinges, flying into a building behind it and easily collapsing it. The other gate shrieked as its metal bent and warped, leaving it a blown-in mangled mess.
"Hahahahaha! NOTHING CAN STAND BEFORE ME!" he shouts, raising Volendrung over his head as the Champion of Molag Bal rushes over to see what'd happened.
The vampire is surprised by the ruins of his gate, and this is even more pronounced when he lays eyes on the single figure that was seemingly responsible for it. He shakes his head and bears his fangs, "FOUL WRETCH! YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON MY NEW CITY!?"
Uzgarul returns a malicious grin, anxious to get to killing. "You're new city!? My new city! I'LL MOUNT YOUR SKULL ON THE WALL, AND SLAUGHTER ANY ABOMINATIONS YOU HAVE SIRED!"
Arean raises the Mace of Molag Bal in challenge, "I dare you to try! You will only be met by a long, agonizing death!"
"Big words for a fanged leper! COME! FACE ME!" Uzgarul shouts while preparing Volendrung.
With that, Arean charge forwards, his form blurring at the speeds he was able to exert without the tyrannical sun bearing down on him. He sprints around the orc with incredible speed while searching for a vulnerability in his opponent's defence.
"PATHETIC! If you are too afraid to hit me, THEN I WILL START!" Uzgarul exclaims before quickly darting forwards and swinging Volendrung at where Arean would next be judging by his movement pattern.
The vampire is surprised by the orc's predictive ability, but is able to dive under the heavy swing of Volendrung, all while managing to graze him with one of the spikes on the Mace of Molag Bal.
*Shlik!*
A line opens up through Uzgarul's heavy armour causing a trickle of blood to flow out. While the armour was impressive and made for war, not much could resist the power of a Daedric Artifact. Even the weaker ones could trump the greatest works created by mortals...
Uzgarul is uncaring for his wound however, simply laughing as the Mace sucks up and grants some of his vitality to Arean.
"IS THAT ALL? EVEN WITH THE POWER OF MOLAG BAL!?"
Arean scowls, "Speak of my Lord's name again and I'll send your soul to him as tribute!"
"Hmph! All your Lord is good for is ruling over the unworthy! WHAT CHALLENGE IS THERE TO HARMING WEAK WOMEN AND CHILDREN!?... Is that why you are afraid of me, vampire? Because I can fight back!?"
"YOU KNOW NOTHING, A FOLLOWER OF A FORGOTTEN GOD SHOULD KNOW HIS PLACE!" Arean bellows as he goes in for another attack, only to find that he'd been goaded into it by the orc as Volendrung screams towards his face.
Arean is only able to turn to mist in response, but even that leaves much to be desired in the face of Volendrung.
*CRACKOW!*
A shockwave ripples through the air as Volendrung collides with the mist that was once Arean's body. While he wasn't solid any longer, that didn't mean Volendrung was helpless against him.
The mist is separated in many directions while a muffled and distorted scream rings out along in the air. Uzgarul doesn't immediately follow up however, instead, waiting for Arean to reform. He desired a proper battle, which was a lot to hope for considering the weakness of his foe.
The mist comprising Arean collects and reforms next to a building, his body bruised all over with almost every limb completely shattered. Were it not for him gorging on blood for hours, he wouldn't be able to easily recover from this damage...
*Cliiick!*
*CRAACK*
Arean's bones set themselves and quickly heal, soon allowing him to stand against, though, the Mace of Molag Bal felt incredibly heavy in his grasp, as if his Lord was watching him with a heavy scathing glare.
He looks up at Uzgarul who'd not moved after the attack and thrusts his hand forwards, casting Vampiric Drain. Clearly, he was no match against the orc in a straight-up battle, even if his vampiric blood made him stronger and faster... Volendrung was simply too big of an obstacle to overcome, even with his Lord's mace.
"What is this...?" Uzgarul growls, waving a hand through the crimson mist that was being drained from him. "Now you resort to magic? You insult me." he states as he sprints towards Arean.
*CRAAASH!*
Arean barely avoids the downward smash of the orc's war hammer, the impact launching him further down the road and rendering all his attempts at regaining his vitality for nought. "Fine! You wish to see the power of my Lord!? HERE IT IS!" he exclaims while beginning his transformation into a Vampire Lord, a special technique belonging only to the most pure-blooded vampires.
Red lines cover his body until...
*SPLLAACSH!*
His skin explodes from him with a bloody explosion, allowing his form to grow into a 9ft pale-skinned abomination. His claws were now stupidly long, his face an ugly family of a human's, and his modest only obscured by an ornamental silk loincloth.
Arean's feet leave the ground as he floats off of the floor, the Mace of Molag Bal glowing with an intense crimson light. "FEEEL MY POWWWEER!" he roars while drawing in the euphoric feeling of overpowering strength.
Uzgarul sniffs derisively, "Hmph, is that all?"
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Uzgarul sniffs derisively, "Hmph, is that all?"
"THIS IS ALL I WILL NEED TO REND YOUR SKIN FROM YOUR BODY!" Arean shouts as he launches himself towards the orc, the Mace of Molag Bal blurring as it swings towards Uzgarul's head.
The orc responds as you'd expect, taking the challenge with his own attack, causing the two Daedric Artifacts to crash into each other.
*BOOOOM!*
A shockwave blows through the city that shatters most of the glass it reaches. The two Champions weren't any better, since the Artifacts couldn't so easily be destroyed, the backlash was entirely centred on their bodies.
*CRASH!*
Both combatants find themselves fully buried in various places, Arean's body was embedded in a stone wall with his right arm entirely missing. And Uzgural himself had lost grip on Volendrung as his body was thrown through an abandoned cart, a closed window shutter, and then the bar where all the drinks had previously been.
"Hrhk..." Uzgarul mutters as he pries himself out of the shelf. He was lucky that his armour had stopped the many glass shards from reaching him, the only problem now was his missing weapon.
He gets up and drops to the floor with a thud before marching outside, just as Arean had pulled himself from the stone, his arm not even close to regenerating.
"Looks like I was the winner of our exchange." Uzgarul mocks as his eyes trail around the place for his missing weapon, though, he's not able to locate it.
"Y-you... You rely too much on your weapon. Now, it is my turn." he wheezes as his crushed body forcefully puts everything back into place.
Uzgarul charges again, not willing to let the vampire fully recover, he smashes his armoured fist into Arean's fanged face, only to be met with a retaliatory claw that digs into his armour, almost managing to breach it.
The fight descends into a base fight and claw fight, with each Champion steadily gaining injuries and they beat each other into a bloody pulp.
Arean would continually gain distance and steal as much vitality as possible with Vampiric Drain, only for Uzgarul to barrel into the vampire and unleash a furry of furious fists, the orc's armoured gauntlets acting as miniature hammers with which to splatter his enemies brains with.
Soon enough however, Arean gains the advantage as his previously dismembered arm heals itself. Uzgarul's armour is battered and covered in deep claw marks, so he was well aware of the way the battle was turning... He just needed to find... Oh...
"The victory is mine, orc. Without your weapon you are nothing!" the vampire taunts, only to be surprised when Uzgarul sprints away. The orc fleeing had not even registered since it was so out of place. He was about to go into a tirade against the orc's lack of honour when he finally noticed what was up. Uzgarul had started clambering up a nearby building in an attempt to reach Volendrung that'd been half-buried in a high stone wall.
"NO. YOU. DON'T!" Arean roars, leaving the ground and flying quickly towards the orc with claws bared, intent to spear through his worn armour... Only to be blindsided by a flash of light that came from the city gates.
"BEGONE, CREATURE!" Garrick the Glare shouts as a ray of light shoots from the tip of Dawnbreaker, slamming into Arean's side and causing a good portion of his left side to burn black and start disintegrating.
Arean crashes into the same wall as earlier, creating another identical vampire-shaped hole next to the original.
Uzgarul notices the sudden intervention but doesn't react how you'd expect. "DAMNED INTRUDER! WHERE IS YOUR HONOUR! STAY OUT OF MY FIGHT, OR I'LL SPLATTER YOUR HEAD ALONGSIDE THE BLOODSUCKER!"
Garrick merely sneers at the orc, "It isn't just your fight anymore, toad of Malacath." he says as he points Dawnbreaker towards Uzgarul.
*TSSSTTTT!*
*CLATTER!*
Uzgarul is thrown from his perch as the same beam of light from earlier strikes him in the side, it lacked the impact it had when it'd struck Arean, but the heat was quickly burning through his armour, causing melted droplets of metal to painfully mar his skin. He's forced to cease his mission of retrieving Volendrung to find cover against the attack. Clearly, honour wasn't a factor in this fight any longer, so he felt no need to uphold it himself.
His legs turn awkwardly as he lands on the floor, but he ignores it and quickly retreats through the city, specifically, towards where he assumed the Mace of Molag Bal had fallen.
With the orc temporarily out of the fight, Garrick makes his way to the downed vampire with Dawnbreaker in hand. "Burn in the light! Rape Abomination!" he proclaims as he tries to spear Arean through the chest. Only for the vampire to turn to mist at the last second...
Arean reappears not far away a line of burnt flesh on his stomach, being unable to avoid the attack even in mist form. He drops to a knee a vomits dark, almost black blood onto the ground in a pitiful display. "My lord will not forget you, Meridia's lapdog!"
Garrick sneers, "Good. Tell him that Meridia sends her regards when you reach him." he says while getting ready to finish the vampire off.
*SQUELCH!*
As if in slow motion, Uzgarul appears behind Garrick and slams the Mace of Molag Bal into his skull, crushing it in one swift strike, causing blood and viscera to explode outwards in a spectacularly gory display.
"You reap what you sow! Dishonourable cur!" Uzgarul growls as he turns to look at Arean, "And you, you're next."
The orc picks up Dawnbreaker and stabs it through Arean's chest just as it was beginning to dissipate and be transferred to Malacath. The vampire explodes into flames as he's run through, his body disintegrating under the searingly hot light of the artifact.
With his death, Uzgarul also becomes able to send the Mace of Molag Bal to Malacath. Leaving him empty-handed in the middle of the utterly destroyed entrance of Markarth.
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