Chapitre 513: Dragon Rising (5)
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"You see that? It's a dragon!"
"Divines protect us…"
Not all who came from Whiterun were expecting the Dragon's size in mind. That creature is simply a behemoth and hacking it with a sword suddenly seemed a bit of a challenge.
"Don't falter! If you don't want to call yourselves Nords anymore, then you can hide behind me." Yet a certain voice shook the men's body and core once it said those words.
Looking back, there was a red-dressed lady coming holding a staff and donning a sword.
"Lady Alina… of Winterhold?" One man recognized the lady who was one of the most famous individuals in both Winterhold and Kyne's Cult.
She walked ahead of the men followed by the six powerful individuals. Wulfur, Jullanar, Aela, Isha, Mirren and Miranda. She only stopped when she was near the Jarl and his men.
"Jarl Balgruuf."
"Lady Crimson Moon. I saw you at the gathering…"
"I was just visiting… it seems that you have a Dragon problem."
"Aye… that's a large beast."
The two looked ahead at the Dragon who was some distance away spewing his raging flames around without.
"What is it fighting? It doesn't seem to be attacking the tower." The Jarl said.
Alina's eyes glowed as she looked around the area and soon found the answer that made her heart beat uncontrollably.
"… Kyne! There is… someone fighting the Dragon. The guards are fortifying the tower. Let's hurry!" Alina said.
Someone was dumb enough to fight the dragon amidst those flames are either a fool or a fool but either way, he's a fool who kept the guardsmen from getting burned by serving as a distraction. The Jarl was appreciative enough to draw his sword and call for advancement to aid that warrior.
Alina knew that was Jon. The appearance was not Jon but if there is someone she can't see through his magic or predict his actions then that's Jon.
As the Jarl charged ahead with the men who were brave enough to run madly at a dragon, Alina turned and faced the other men.
"Cowards now, are you?" Alina said and faced the tower's direction, "Cower behind me if you must and none shall blame you. As for these fine ladies with me, we have a role to play. Come, sisters. The Dragon won't slay itself."
Alina's domineering words left those men in shame and trapped them between the horror of fighting a real Dragon and their survival instincts that screamed for them to get away. They don't have the talent to fight like those madmen that charged at a dragon and even those ladies following Alina were monsters on their own accord. Still, they stood their grounds looking for a way to participate in this fight.
"If you have nothing better to do, go man those Ballistas! Those who can run fast should get going and help the injured. Don't stand there like helpless ducks, MOVE!" Wulfur shouted at the remaining men and they started acting with his loud call. They ran to the nearby wagons and started unloading the weapons that were left behind.
"Hey, bro. Where are you going?" Wulfur called for Mirren.
"Hm? She said follow." Mirren pointed at Alina who was leading the others ahead.
"She said 'Ladies'." Wulfur corrected him.
"Oh! … sorry… I got confused!" Mirren apologetically put on an awkward front. He was still adapting after all.
"…"
Wulfur was a bit confused by Mirren but he started guiding the men to mount the ballistas. Meanwhile, Mirren was trying to decide whether to follow the ladies to fight the dragon or do what… It is kinda hard to feel his situation but he was having one.
As Wulfur organized the ballista team, he was joined by Mirren and diverted their attention to the battle.
Away from them, the situation was much more organized than anticipated. Jarl Balgruuf and his men didn't just run towards the dragon but formed multiple lines and teams. Each line had archers and each team had warriors.
"We are advancing. No matter what, that dragon can't go further north." Jarl Balgruuf shouted as he was joined by his protection detail.
The plan of this plan was not to kill the Dragon but to push it away. If that Dragon decided to attack the city of Whiterun, things will turn into tragedy.
"My Lord, should we fire?" A guard asked.
"No. Someone is fighting the dragon closeby. It must be Irileth, this woman. Tell her to retreat at once." Jarl Balgruuf replied.
"Yes, Jar…"
As the man was about to go ahead and try to call back whoever is fighting that dragon. Alina interfered.
"Jarl Balgruuf, your men can't get close to that area. I will attack the Dragon from here." She said.
"Hm… if that's an option, then let's go with it."
Alina took a deep breath and aimed her staff forward with a brilliant cold light shining from it.
"Give me power."
***
Blinding strokes of cold lights rushed from various angles at the dragon that was breathing his flames at me. As vicious as the flames were, as terrifying as the frost was. They both canceled another in a mysterious manner.
To have enough skill and quality to extinguish the dragonsfire is a remarkable feat for a mage that even I would find challenging but the clash just now gave off the cold nature of the Magicka that has a distinctive feeling to it.
Ah! I can recognize this anywhere.
My dear wifey.
Part of me can't help but to ignore this terrible beast ahead of me and just turn around to hug that woman that I love none like in the world, to let her scold and nag me for my misdeeds like she always does but… I am a terrible husband. Just why did she marry me?
I turned around to steal a glance and my heart skipped a beat… or maybe a few. Or maybe… maybe my heart has just departed from its place racing me to her… that dirty fucker of heart!
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Nevermind a Dragon Breath… oh! A Dragon Breath… I thought my temperature was rising because of Alina but apparently, I am burning.
Hmmm… burning?
"Help that man!"
"Hurry, he's on fire!"
I wonder why these people are covering me with some cloaks and carrying me away but it seems that something important is happening… I am not sure what…
"Healer! Lady, this man is injured."
Somehow, the image of Alina kept getting closer.
"He was engulfed by the dragonsfire. Divines! He's still breathing."
The men who carried me left me near Alina and ran off after more injured men. Still, I can't shake off the feeling that I forgot something important.
"He looks fine." Alina said as she took a glance at me.
"Hm?"
"Send him back to the Dragonsfire. He burns well." I'm not sure what she meant but her voice was soothing. Still, when she waved her hand, I was teleported back in the middle of the fray with a voice ringing in my head.
{Jon, if you hear this, then you must know that unless you deal with that Dragon, you are not eating pussy tonight. I'm confiscating all your girlfriends including that new Elf girl.}
Hmmm… something so merciless can only be said by Alina but now that she mentions a Dragon, I remembered what was happening.
Standing up, I saw a bunch of men going through the fires and the flames in a heated battle to fight a winged over-sized lizard.
"So, a Dragon for pussy. Sounds fair!" I ran forward ahead of the men and shouted, "Dragon! It's you and me, I'll kill you and claim your pussy… I mean your… Goddammit! Whatever it is, I am claiming it. Forfeit your Soul!"
***
Never minding how his ancestors were turning in their graves, Jon ran for the Dragon with a just cause fueling his momentum.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"Your shout is really losing its effect."
Jon evaded the Fire Breath relying on some sort of mysterious footwork technique. He moved as if he was unhindered by the land pushing the world instead of being bound by its laws. The Gautfang Footwork was mysterious and accurate allowing Jon to effortlessly shake off a Dragon.
With a high leap, Jon crossed the boundaries and leaped over the field towards Mirmulnir with his hands not carrying a weapon but through his ring, an unnoticeable dark matter came out and entered his gauntlets, [Ahzidal's Evil Fists]. The fists transformed into a larger variant known as [Ahzidal's Titan Hands].
With those large fist swinging forward, Jon was but a meter away from the Dragon when he added his signature spell to the attack.
"Super Thunder Cookie!"
*KABOOM!*
It was a magnificent clash that stunned both the Dragon and Jon at the same time with the men surrounding the Dragon with their spears in wonder.
The Dragon was pushed back for the first time by that magnificent fist of the Nord Warrior. It was stunningly incredible. Even Alina was blushing as she understood Jon's suicidal move of Thunder-Cookieing the Dragon. After all, this was the very same spell Jon used when he met Alina for the first time five years ago when he was turning a Thalmor Justiciar into a bloody goo.
Jon glanced towards the blushing Alina trying to see her reaction to his move.
"You guys do love each other in the craziest of ways… and you call me mad?" Jullanar wondered, "Can we focus on the Dragon now?"
There was indeed that huge ass problem that Jon and Alina needed to focus on. A Dragon that was actually hurt from an attack just now. Alina interrupted his shout and now Jon punches his face then the two make out a pink atmosphere together in such a situation. Even the Dragon was fed up by letting those two pesky humans have their way.
"MUL NAH GAAR!" (Strong Fury Unleash)
Jon heard a shout he didn't know but all his attention was back on the dragon in less than a second, the Dragon was raging, angry and furious. With that shout, a sudden red shockwave was unleashed from the Dragon's boundary blasting everyone around away.
"Bastard!"
Jon couldn't withstand the Force and put his oversized gauntlets forward to protect himself. Alina teleported back with whoever close to her and anyone who had the skill to evade this power slipped away. Those who had no power or skill were blasted away, the ones that didn't die were in a bad shape.
This angry energy of the Dragon was harmful and could cause physical damage but that wasn't the purpose of it to begin with, the Dragon was going into a berserk mode.
"Shit! Fall back! Don't get hit by him." Jon realized that every action the Dragon took from this point is lethal even for an individual of his own caliber.
Mirmulnir swung his tail sweeping the land towards Jon and the latter started moving. With the Gautfang Footwork, Jon moved around the Dragon not away from him, if he did move away, those who are injured nearby will get caught in the attack.
"Don't let that warrior die! Shoot the Dragon!" Jarl Balgruuf ordered the archers and the warriors to hinder the Dragon right away to ease the heat of Jon.
Each Archer and Warrior following the Jarl were Aura Masters, reinforcing their arrows with the simplest Strength Aura was enough for the Dragon to feel like the sting of a hundred ants.
"MOTAG!" (Annoying!) Mirmulnir wanted to let out his rage on something so he switched target from Jon to the Warriors of Whiterun.
"Not a chance!" Jarl Balgruuf was standing in the way of the dragon with a sword, once the dragon was close enough, he stabbed his sword in the Earth and took a piece of the land up to black the Dragon's way.
"Nice!" Jon was in awe of the surprising martial power of Jarl Balgruuf but at the same time, he was attacking Mirmulnir from the side.
A devastating punch landed on the left side of the Dragon's head causing it to be enraged more than usual but the dragon didn't have time to retaliate. Wulfur landed another strong bash from the other side with a massive shield; Alina threw curses instead of normal spells to weaken the Dragon; Jullanar targeted one of Mirmulnir's eyes with a dagger even though she couldn't cause damage, the blade was laced with a Neurotoxin that made seeing through this eye painful; Aela was systematically shooting the joints of the Dragon's wings trying to injure him and create a weakness to rip his wing; Isha was appearing from nowhere and everywhere delivering a nasty sting then running to another location; Miranda and Mirren were assisting all the sides and covering all the shortcomings from all parties.
This was too systematic… it was planned… it was prepared. Mirmulnir couldn't understand why those powerful individuals appeared in rapid succession and fighting as a single unit. Usually, the Humans don't have that much expert gathered in one place unless it is an important site but this is just a watchtower in the wilderness of Whiterun.
Mirmulnir could overwhelm them at first as most of them were still adapting to fight a Dragon for the first time but this is way too strange. They were prepared for him just like those days of the Dragon War.
It can't be. It shouldn't be.
Alduin was in hiding and none of the other Dragons made contact with a human in the past 26 years. Oracles and Prophecies can't predict Dragons as the being who were created of Time itself but only the Elder Scrolls can, the thing is, even with Alduin's prophecy, the Dragons shouldn't be expected this much.
"Alduin must learn of this!" This was the thought that came to Mirmulnir's head but first, he must get rid of those dangerous individuals.
"TIID KLO UL!" (Time Sand Eternity)
"Shit!"
Jon understood the disaster that was about to fall. Mirmulnir just shouted the [Slow Time] shout!
"Dammit! Retrea…"
Jon wanted to warn the others but he barely shouted. Following him, none could react to the sudden speed and accuracy the Dragon gained all of a sudden. Mirmulnir's tail flung Jon away effortlessly. A boulder was tossed at Alina, Wulfur and Isha were crushed under the wing, Jullanar and Aela were rammed by the Dragon's movements, but lastly it was Miranda who was in danger. Mirmulnir opened his mouth intending to swallow her.
"Sister!"
Mirren immediately switched places with Miranda through their inborn talent.
"No!" She shouted trying to reverse the spell but he resisted.
The situation was grim!
Mirmulnir was not giving his all till now and that's the result of angering a Dragon. Jon was helplessly looking trying to move faster. Teleporting would take time to cast and charge and with his distance, it is faster to run.
He broke from his place like a loosened arrow to save Mirren but Mirmulnir was insisting on swallowing him. Jon had to go faster, his best bet was the Arcane Tattoo.
He reinforced the tattoo with the fastest energy, Magicka. His tattoos glowed in blue with the Nordic Tattoos illuminating his arms, neck, head, upper chest and upper back.
He moved one step.
Magicka wasn't enough so he had to switch to Aura. His Madness Aura was the easiest to muster after Magicka and so he added it. His tattoos glowed in vibrant green but it was not enough.
He moved another two steps.
With the Basic-grade Aura failing to boost him, Jon switched to the Advanced-grade Tyrannical Aura. It took a second to muster but it gave him an incredible boost. His tattoos glowed in red and his steps were faster.
He moved another four steps.
All of that was not enough. There were another ten steps between him and Mirren and less than two seconds so he was forced to use it. It had to come to that after all.
He didn't need to activate anything this time… he only needed to let it out. To make it free.
Jon's tattoos turned Black.
Vivid, Living, Ominous Black.
The Black that swallows all colors.
And he was right in front of the dragon opening his maws with his bare hands.
There was no one to believe this thing but it was true. When Mirmulnir attempted to swallow Mirren, Jon stood forward and opened the dragon's mouth with his bare hands. Even Mirmulnir felt powerless in front of whatever that was.
Wulfur jumped and grabbed Mirren away as Jon let go of the dragon's jaws. It was then when Mirmulnir and Jon met eye to eye.
Mirmulnir's Draconic Eyes shimmering with rage and lust for battle while Jon's eyes were back. Pitch Black with no white as if he was a demon. Even his teeth were darkening.
Nothing natural about the current Jon. Only Evil was in control as Jon showed a twisted smile that grew wider. Only inhuman monsters were fighting from this moment on.
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Chapitre 514: Dragon Rising (6)
*A Year Ago*
Before all Creation, Fate was already sat in stone and all Worlds were to emerge from Chaos and fall to it then reemerge again for the final Apocalypse.
Chaos comes in many forms and through many ways but those forms all have one source. A source that influences the whole universe beyond what any Daedra or Aedra can achieve. The source of Padomay and the form that Sithis was shaped in its shadow and molded into its frame, the Heart of Chaos.
Be it Evil, Death, Famine or War; the Heart of Chaos thrives on all these four aspects of disaster thus it is as Twisted as Evil, as Eternal as Death, as Terrifying as Famine, and most importantly as Unavoidable as War.
Throughout the ages, a few souls dared to venture this deep into the place where the Creator left his creation into its most primal form not as Cloven Asunder as all the Heavens and the Earths. It was a Sea of Chaos that no matter where one looks, it is darkness over darkness. To survive, Jon had to go through a tough choice.
For an unknowable time as time wasn't a thing in the Nu (the Sea of Chaos), Jon held Nefertiti close to himself as a simple try to escape has already exhausted her fully. There was no Magicka for the two to rely on except what is left inside their souls which without, they die. Jon did his best to keep them from disintegrating by the Chaos but he soon exhausted himself.
He may have just defeated Mannimarco and cast him inside the Void but one thing is certain and clear, Jon may have upset the balance and for it he paid a price. He can only hope for a savior to extend a hand to him. But deep into this endless void where even Sithis is nothing but one of its many extensions, who can save Jon and how much should he endure?
There was no answering this question but thanks for all the time he spent learning and researching, Jon decided to do something a sane person would never do.
He can seal himself in his own time. With [Greed] nearby, Jon created a Shadow Cocoon, an instrument of Time Manipulation. There, Jon sealed himself and Nefertiti amidst all chaos waiting for anyone or anything to get him out. He never cared about the price he must pay even if it is some Chaos Infection, he only wanted out.
Little did he know the shocking secret that was waiting for him.
[A/n: that part was just to clarify how Jon got the Chaos Infection. Still, that story will continue later.]
***
*Present Day*
Just like anything in the world, Chaos can be harnessed and despite being one of the most difficult elements in creation, it is undoubtedly the most powerful thing that can be controlled. Those who can minimize the harm of Chaos are the ones who can benefit from it the most and that's where Jon comes in.
Thanks to the [Mystical Tattoos] that Beth drew on him, Jon could channel a portion of that Chaos Infection into the tattoo and the result was like nothing anyone can expect.
A man made of flesh and bone holding the maws of a Beast identified as a Dragon and forcing them wide open.
The Altmer who was about to be devoured by the Dragon was saved and still, the man kept holding the Dragon's maws from each other. Nothing looked half as manly in the eyes of those gasping Nords. Even the Dragon was having a hard time believing he was forced into this situation.
The standoff between the Man and the Dragon came to an end when the dragon's inner throat lit with fire as he was breathing out a stream of flame. This was a show of power from the dragon that didn't need to use his mouthparts to use the Thu'um.
Jon's eyes turned cold as he reversed the situation right away, instead of forcing the dragon's jaws open, he forced them shut by holding the Dragon's head down to an eye-to-eye level. The black tattoos looked more vivid on his arms as he exerted their ability to its full potential in controlling the Chaos Infection.
The Dragon quickly regained control as he started pulling his head back out of Jon's reach.
The stalemate this time was between two terrifying creatures that were admitted by the ones surrounding them to be monsters of a different league and the two were also taking each other at the center of their full attention.
"You are brave, bahlaan hokoron (worthy opponent). Your defeat shall bring me honor." Mirmulnir spoke.
"I'll stone you to death, motherfucker!"
Jon's reply was followed by a kick to the side of the dragon's face sending the whole creature backward in a furious state. Jon wanted to keep attacking but after one step towards the Dragon, he lost power in his body and fell on one knee. At the same time, the black tattoo faded away and the Chaos Infection was deactivated.
"No! Dammit." Jon felt frustrated as his Chaos Boost seemed to have ended.
{Master! Your body can't endure more. This is bad for your heart.} A telepathic signal came from Beth who was watching from a safe distance.
Jon felt his heart which was beating so hard that it would come out of his chest at this rate, he could tell that he overused his core this time.
The Core of one's life is the Heart where the most vital Energy Points exist. The Heart is the gateway between the Body and the Soul. In Jon's case, his Training was now involving his Heart refining it into a Spiritual Spark, the condensed core of one's years of training. Despite all that, the Chaos Infection targeted the Heart in all manners of attacks and sought out to possess Jon but only for his willpower and luck was he able to survive and with the Mystical Tattoos he can even benefit from the Chaos parasite but as all powers, it comes with a price.
Utilizing the Chaos Infection would do him a lot of pain equal to what he causes. It is not a solid principal but the energy he spends through the Chaos is as troublesome as swallowing an egg through his nose. Still, it gives an overwhelming power enough to put injuries on a Dragon.
"He gets weaker after using that. Switch with him!" Mirren spoke to Wulfur as the latter was taking him away.
"You can't be serious!" Wulfur exclaimed.
He couldn't understand the reason behind that terrifying power but he sure felt it was unnatural and dark… darker than anything Jon used before but now as Jon was in trouble, he had to act.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Mirmulnir gave another searing breath with his pride hurt of Jon's kick but before the flames could reach the retreating Jon, a large lump of metal got between Jon and the Fire Breath. A majestic and towering shield adorned with enchanted Rubies held by one man standing strong to face the Dragon's ire.
"Vognun, pusojur!" (Disappear, insects!)
The Dragon's Fire could melt any metal in the world thus not any ordinary iron was to be used against those Dragons but Wulfur's Shield was no ordinary shield. Each one of the red rubies was an artifact of a terrifying might that can withstand the heaviest of magical blows. All these rubies were put on a pattern of an Enchantment Rune fortifying it even further to create a Shield fit for withstanding a Dragon's attack.
The craftsmanship left Jon himself in awe but he was surprised more by the man holding the shield and facing him.
"Wulf?"
"Jon."
The look on Wulfur's face was firm for a couple of seconds until he almost lost control over his shield.
"Shit! That's hot."
Jon sprung up and held the large shield with Wulfur as the two were being showered by the Dragon's breath.
"You Asshole! You said you don't want us to interact with you?" Wulfur shoved Jon with his elbow.
"Ouch! Sorry!"
"And what's with the face you're wearing. You think we can't recognize you just because you look like that?"
"I said sorry! And no, it is not like that."
"Asshole!"
"You bastard, hold your shield tight."
Jon took enough of Wulfur's upset attitude and gave him the shield to control. Meanwhile, he called out his Magicka and dual casted a Lightning Spell into the ground. Two lines of light appeared on the ground and traveled through it around Wulfur towards the Dragon from the two sides. Once they took enough distance, two streaks of Lightning came out at the Dragon's eyes from both sides.
"Vik!" (Damnation!)
Mirmulnir shrieked in pain as he was too invested in attacking Jon not realizing the dirty sneak attack Jon prepared. At that time, Mirmulnir started rampaging around to not get sneaked on by Jon. It was a chaotic situation but the warriors of Whiterun were handling it carefully.
Meanwhile, Jon and Wulfur appeared behind the Watchtower catching their breath as one rested on his knees while the other on the tower.
Jon looked up to see Wulfur's pained expressions after withstanding the dragon for that long, he smiled cheekily at Wulfur and the latter opened his eyes while looking at Jon with a tired face.
"Heh!" Jon gave off a short laugh.
Wulfur showed an upset face as he looked down only for his shoulders to start shaking.
"Hahaha!"
The two started laughing hysterically holding one another.
"Fucker! It has been two years."
"Two fucking years and you come back with a Dragon! Hahaha! You twisted bastard."
"Yeah… heard you're a dad now."
"You heard right. I became a daddy before you."
"Asshole! Who do you think your daddy is?"
"… Nice comeback but the world is burning over there."
"Yeah… that's one big lizard with a severe case of inflammation."
"Very funny but jokes aside, how are you going to handle this?" Wulfur asked.
Jon was wrecking his brain over the current problem. The Dragon indeed has some unthinkable high firepower but that isn't the current problem, Jon can handle any kind of assault. The problem here was the Dragon's defensive power which was very troublesome. Any attack from those ones Jon dished out during the fight would turn a normal person to pieces but this dragon was simply too durable. Even Jon's magic couldn't blind him.
"I don't want to use my flashy stuff right at the get-go but I think I can kill this Dragon as soon as it is held down." Jon said.
"Held down? You can do that?" Wulfur asked.
"Me? Nope." Jon replied with a solemn face then smiled all of a sudden, "But I have a plan. Wanna see the new trick I learned?"
***
Tragedies and deaths were the current theme of Skyrim since the start of the Civil War earlier this year so the appearance of a Dragon marked an unwelcomed source of more death and destruction.
As brave and hardy the men were, it would be of great loss to see all those Warriors dying to this senseless fire breathing beast. Jarl Balgruuf solely believed in that and thankfully, many of the people around were level headed individuals who saw the horrors of the current war and wished to avoid the loss of life. If they died now then no one will defend Whiterun and all the women and children over there.
"Bring down this beast! Don't let it fly."
Hrongar shouted as he threw a hocked chain at the dragon's wings trying to entangle it through the soft scales of the wings only to find it almost impossible to hack. Frustrating as it was, the Warriors could only rely on the mages to limit the movements of the Dragon at the moment.
*ROAR*
Mirmulnir was still enraged by Jon's spell that hit his eyes and stopped breathing fire, instead, he started trying to devour some of those warriors or hurt them with his wings and tail.
The tail attack would sweep through those warriors and flatten the weak of them but before he could turn and have his sick way with them, they get teleported away by someone.
To Mirmulnir, this was one of the most frustrating fights he ever had. Not only his opponents are absurdly strong but also absurdly resourceful. They were unable to harm him but they minimized his damage to a shaming degree. He may have killed ten or so warriors since the start but if it continues at this terrible pace, he would be shamed and become the laughingstock of the other Dov.
"Hi klav pah fen dir, STRUN BAH QO!" (You ants all shall die, STORM WRATH LIGHTNING!)
Enraged, Mirmulnir let out a terrifying shout. This was not a hunt anymore but Mirmulnir wanted to overkill those insolent prey that rudely resisted him for too long thus he called for a Storm to smite them down.
Not just an ordinary Thu'um but officially the most terrifying one known to date, a shout that shifts the weather in the middle of a cloudless summer day bringing the dreadful thunder.
The sky darkened with clouds of ire and rumbled with a drumming thunder ringing in the ears of those who heard it. This was a terrible disaster about to come at them. The first few rumbles were without lightning but with the magic taking its effect, a bolt of bright lightning flashed in the sky.
"Kyne! Hear my plea!"
As the men lowered their heads cowering from certain doom, one young woman stood her ground ahead of the lines facing the anger of the sky. She raised her staff and voiced out a prayer that defied the thunder. To her presence, the flashing lightning fell away from the crowd.
Alina was the Child of Kyne, the true Daughter of the Storm. No storm harms her and with her plea, Mirmulnir lost control of the storm that is now in the hands of Kyne.
*ROAR*
Mirmulnir was now more frustrated than ever. It was too insulting for a Dragon to get his Thu'um interrupted for the second time. It was the time to put pride aside and spam all the Thu'um he can at the moment.
"YOL TOOR…"
*BOOM*
"Surprise, motherfucker!"
This was more surprising than the Dragon's storm just now, a boulder came flying and exploded at the Dragon's face.
Mirmulnir rolled his eyes realizing that the other annoying person from a while.ago has returned so he turned to Jon and released the Thu'um he successfully maintained.
"… SHUL!"
"Bastard! That's cheating." Jon didn't face the Fire Breath and turned to run as soon as he could.
"Another one!"
*BOOM*
Another Boulder came flying out of nowhere and struck the Dragon right on the head. Mirmulnir stopped his Fire Breath and faced Wulfur in a second.
Wulfur froze in his place and pointed at Jon.
"His idea!"
Mirmulnir turned to Jon only to…
*BOOM*
"That's the third one in a row. Sure you are a dragon?" Jon said.
"Joor, you are doome…"
*BOOM*
"… Meow!" Nefertiti licked her paws at a safe distance.
*Swoosh*
Mirmulnir intercepted the coming boulder and avoided it.
"Ha! You won't hit me again." Mirmulnir spread his wings flinging away the boulder.
"Damn! So you can use your head after all! And here I was going to call you Meymulnir." (Mey = Fool)
"Joor, I'll devour your flesh and send your soul to my Lord. I'll hunt every last o…"
"NOW!"
With Mirmulnir staying still to threaten Jon long enough, it gave the chance for the mages on Whiterun's side to evoke enough spell and keep them on hold. With that done, a barrage of Spells landed on Mirmulnir from all corners.
*ROAR!*
Enraged, the Dragon spread his wings to free himself from the dirty trap he fell into and with one flap, a strong wind pressure blew the mages and sent a wave of rubble at them.
"Warriors, protect the Mages! Mages, reinforce the Warriors. Archers, buy them time." Alina coped with the chaotic situation in a second and started reorganizing the forces all by herself.
"This is amazing! It's exciting how the Dragon can do all these moves." On the other hand, one mage walked off the formation and wanted to inspect the Dragon real close not minding the grim situation.
"Master Farengar, please come back." A Nord Mage called for the obsessed man.
"Shut up! We need to get any sample we can get… Whoa! Jarl Balgruuf, why are you carrying?"
"For Ysmir's sake! Get back, you fool."
The united front stood solid facing the Dragon to limit his movements while the strong heroes kept dealing damage to him. Stoning the dragon seemed fun but risky, yet it was getting the job done for some reason.
{What is the plan?} Alina asked on a telepathic signal.
{Hello, please keep doing what you're doing. Master is acting accordingly.} Beth replied to her.
{Who… what is this? Is there a child on our signal?} Jullanar wondered.
{I am Beth, this is Master's signal. Who are you?}
{Beth?}
{Master?}
A sudden misunderstanding happened on Jon's personal telepathic frequency that of course was heard by everyone on the signal.
{Dragon now, introduction later.} Isha didn't realize the situation and continued.
{Alright, the plan is to corner the Dragon beside the tower. Keep up the pressure.} Beth conveyed the plan.
{I will see to it… Bombardment!"
The mages started shooting all their Magic in a frenzied manner, with such heavy blows, the dragon was indeed retreating where Alina wanted.
Jon and Wulfur didn't spare the Dragon from the flying boulders. It was akin to a couple of living catapults holding boulders a few times their size and tossing them around.
At last, the Dragon was finally trapped at the base of the tower. The reason why Mirmulnir wasn't flying was the heavy resistance from the ground, he is invincible as long as he protects himself but if he received those attacks while taking off to fly, it may turn deadly to him. One of the weak points of dragons is the moment they take off as they become exposed.
Yet with his back to the tower, Mirmulnir couldn't imagine himself disadvantaged as it is even better to fight this way without any sneak attack coming at him. This was his thoughts until he heard that sound.
*Crackle* *Crackle* *Crackle*
The crackling sound of metallic objects colliding wasn't truly unpleasant unless those objects were chains. From above, Mirmulnir saw a man jumping off the tower with two long chains extending to that tower.
The man moved across the air as if he was flying and landed ahead of Mirmulnir then turned to him while everyone else thought, "That is his plan?"
Jon turned to Mirmulnir with a wide smile that was turning sadistic.
"I call this one, Castle Breaker!"
With his legs taking a firm a firm stance, his butt cheeks hardening, his back muscling, his shoulders intensifying, his chest broadening and his arms bulging. Jon took a bit of the chains and around his hands and took a wide step back pulling.
Many failed to understand at first including Mirmulnir but who would have thought that a Dragon tilting his head would be cute. (Only Jon though so by the way)
It was a mass revelation when the current sound was heard.
*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*
The warriors and mages looked up at the tower with pale faces while Mirmulnir turned back.
"Human… you…"
"Told you… I'll stone you to death, motherfucker!"
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