"Alduin is dead, as you recall. I will not follow his fate, his mistakes." he turns and points his blade at Surtr, "Flee, I leave you one to fly home with your tail between your legs." he dismissively taunts.
"DAMNED BASTARD! GOL HAH DOV!" Surtr shouts but doesn't produce the Thu'um he was attempting. Seeing his failure, he instead just charges Miraak, hoping to take the man's head off and rid himself of this problem before it could become one.
Miraak easily ducks under the swipe while cutting the tendons in Surtr's wrist which forces him to drop the second Wuuthrad. He follows it up with a strong punch to his sternum, knocking the wind out of the Last Dragonborn and sending him sprawling to the ground. "To think you are the last obstacle between me and reclaiming what's mine... To be so weak after all you've been given, the very sight of your disgusts me..." he sighs as if Surtr's existence was just a massive disappointment to him.
Surtr glared at him from the ground, wondering if his actions against the gods had brought this upon him. Had the gods sent Miraak to humble him? To stop him from reducing their shrine and followers to ash?
Miraak shakes his head after a moment of thought, jabbing his sword towards Surtr's remaining dragon, "Begone, return to the realm and prepare it for my arrival. I will not have the beginning of my glorious dynasty stained with such weakness, even among my enemies."
Surtr gets to his feet and begins hobbling over to Zokahjoorgral, abandoning his two Wuuthrads as he throws himself atop the dragon's back. "The gods will not allow either of us to rule, Miraak!"
"The gods can't and won't do anything to stop me. If they try I will add their names to my tally! When I next see you, Youngest, only one of us will leave alive. Prepare yourself! Make peace with your loved ones!"
Surtr trembles in rage as he commands the dragon to fly back to Skyrim, the battle replaying in his mind and only emphasizing just how much stronger Miraak was than him... He'd thought Michael was the only real obstacle after Alduin had been slain, but it seems he was wrong... Hmm... Perhaps...
He nods to himself, a plan to kill two birds with one stone slowly forming within his mind.
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"What do you mean!? Brynjolf has to know something!" Astrid exclaims, standing as she slams her hands onto Michael's desk.
Michael just shrugs, "There's nothing to be said, there's no evidence that Surtr killed Ulfric, and even if he did, what could you possibly do with that information? No Nord would turn against him now, the Empire already hates him, and I sincerely doubt your ability to assassinate him."
...
"What do I do then!? The Dark Brotherhood can't operate in Skyrim anymore, the same could be said for almost every other Province as well!"
"Call your band of assassins something else? Maybe... 'Still like Sithis', 'Void Cloaks', or 'Sithis deez'..." he quirks a smile at the last one.
"Sithis Deez?" she asks, instantly regretting her curiosity.
"Sithis Dezz Nuts!" Derflinger shouts from the corner of the room.
"You little bastard!" Michael throws his hands up, his joke butchered and stolen by a sentient steel dildo.
"Look, is there anything you know that can help us? We're at our limit here..."
He shrugs, "Maybe go the old-fashioned route."
"And what would that be?"
"Become so infamous and grow such a dangerous reputation that no one would think of touching you. That's how the Brotherhood used to work."
"And how would you do that, 'oh wise one'?"
"Kill the Emperor. Or Surtr, but I think the former would be far easier."
...
"We do have a couple contracts for him..." she hums in thought, sure it was incredibly dangerous and rather stupid, but staying in Skyrim was probably even more so. Plus, she had faith in Eleril's skills, the girl having completely embodied the Night Mother's teachings. A true Listener of the Brotherhood.
Michael nods, "Alright that's it from me, you can go away now... Oh, and this still counts as your favour." he shoos her out.
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"So, no one's going to talk about the fact that Illu's now the Grandmaster of the Greybeards?" Saya asks as she watches said girl teach a number of new Tongues the Way of the Voice atop the Throat of the World.
"Nope." Michael states as he walks over to the side of the peak which gave him an incredible amount of room to test his newest spells... He'd been holding off until now simply because he couldn't find a place he didn't mind being destroyed... He had his own Realm of course, but he'd decided to stay away and let the residents get used to the changes. Better that than him storming in and ruining everyone's day, especially since he'd committed genocide on three-quarters of the place beforehand.
"Alright, first test, Mana Shield, hit me with something." he says, conjuring the see-through light-blue spherical shield around him.
"Alright... Don't cry if I hurt you though." she says with a smirk, firing a Frost Spike at him, which strikes the shield and bounces off, causing her to shriek as it lands a couple meters away.
"Okay, maybe lay off the ice spells? Unless you wanna keep up a ward for the rest of testing."
Saya grumbles under her breath, "Whatever, let's see how your shield does against Magicka draining lightning." she says as she fires a weak lightning bolt at him. This too, deflects off of the shield, but also causes it to ripple and flicker.
"Hmm, that definitely did something..." Michael remarks the attack had done double the damage it should've, meaning that his shield would be far less effective against these kinds of attacks. Not too big an issue since he doubted the Daedric Princes fought with such magic.
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"Are we hitting big bro?" Illococoo excitedly asks as she appears behind Saya, having left her 'students' to practise meditating.
"Don't just jump up like that! But yes, go ahead, he can take it." Saya states, folding her arms and flashing a grin at Michael.
He shrugs, "Bring it."
"Alright! Take this! Qo Geyol Rein!"
*CRAACKOW!*
A dragon breath of lightning rockets out towards Michael, blasting his shield and quickly sucking away his mana. If the attack kept up for a minute or so, he'd be completely out... At least, until Michael cast a couple low-cost healing spells that instantly regenerated his mana...
"Hah... Wow! That shield's really good!"
Michael nods, "Yeah it is, now onto the next test..." he says, turning towards the cliff. He casts the spell, causing four bird-like flames to appear around him, each slowly flapping its wings as if actually flying and not simply floating.
He commands them to strike the cliff below him, all of the birds simultaneously shooting out and exploding against the hard stone, flames spreading and quickly melting anything they come into contact with.
"A bit boring compared to what Megumin can do... Not that she's anything impressive." Saya remarks.
"I thought it was pretty..." Illococoo adds.
Michael shakes his head and places his two hands in front of him, "Next test, Sun Ray." he announces, casting the spell and becoming momentarily blinded by the gigantic laser he ends up firing, the thing shining around the sky and parting clouds as it flies off into space.
All of the snow in his immediate vicinity had melted, the subsequent water already turning to steam. He shakes off his smoking hands and glances over at the gaping duo, "Think Megumin can do better than that?"
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"No..."
"That's what I thought." he grins in self-satisfaction. He moves on to the next test, ignoring Supernova as he didn't want to destroy the world and conjuring an Arcane Orb in his palm, the intensely glowing blue sphere fluctuating in his hand as it absorbed the ambient magicka around it.
He doesn't put too much mana into it, fearing a far larger result than he wished before tossing it. It moves through the air and collides with the peak of another nearby mountain connected to the Throat, the Orb exploding into an arcane shockwave that sucked up all the nearby magicka before dissipating.
The spell wasn't bad, merely unsuited against inorganic, magicless, or mindless targets. Considering how flexible it was, it made most other combat spells obsolete. It bypassed all armour and resistances and dealt a proportional amount of damage to the mana used in its creation. Unless he was fighting something weak to certain elements there wasn't really a point of using anything else, barring its slowness.
Next to test was Arcane Imprisonment, a spell he could thankfully use on himself without any potential danger. He casts it, his vision blurring as he finds himself in a weird realm surrounded by infinite glowing blue lights... He couldn't move anywhere, seemingly locked in place with no way to manoeuvre, even teleportation failing to work.
The spell ends and he reappears where he'd vanished, no worse for wear.
"Michael, are you okay? Did it go well?" Saya questions.
He nods, "No changes... It's odd, it kind of felt like Dimension Gate if that spell was designed for imprisoning its target..."
"You think it could transport you to other worlds?"
Michael shakes his head in doubt, "No... Whatever it does locks you in place, Dimension Gate wouldn't work in that realm either..."
She nods, taking some notes, "What's next?"
"Icarus Dive. To be honest, I already know what this does, I just wanted someone to fly around with."
"Is that why you came when Illu was teaching?" Saya mutters in realisation.
"Yep... How's about it, Illu, wanna fly?"
She nods excitedly, "Let's!"
He casts Icarus Dive, two large wings made completely of fire appearing behind him. They flap tentatively and Michael confirms that they worked somewhat like his frost wings... Speaking of what, he summons them as well, a small flash exploding from his back as the flames turn a stark white, no longer generating heat, but cold.
"Huh, I'm not sure if that's how this is supposed to work..." he mutters to himself, confused at the phenomenon. Was it because his affinity for both fire and frost was so high? Because they were equal? Or because the spells didn't innately interfere with one another.
He could speculate of course, this 'cold flame' being a powerful combination of the two elements. Both fire and ice could burn, so maybe the white fire was a combination of all their best attributes?
Shaking his head and spotting Illococoo flying around impatiently above him, he leaps off of the cliff and begins zooming around, Icarus Dive making him stupidly fast. Arctic Burn gave him the control he needed to fly around Illococoo, beating her own wind-enhanced speeds.
"No fair! How did you get so good so fast!" she complains as he does laps around her, the two racing around the Throat of the World while her Greybeard apprentices watch in mild awe.
"Any reason I'd give is BS, so, because I'm a god, biiitch!" he laughs, patting her head as he flies away.
"Mou! I'll catch you, you big bully! Ven Gelah Bod Tiid Genel!"
*SHHZOOOOOOM!*
She rapidly speeds up, not quite as fast as him but doing far better than before... He slows down somewhat so she wouldn't pout for the rest of the day.
And so the duo continued like this for hours more, the whole of Skyrim talking about flying stars above the Throat of the World for the next month or so.
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