Chapitre 500: At first sight.
"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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