Chapitre 435: Jon vs Darius (2)
Darius looked at Jon with furious expressions. This Nord was a very tricky opponent.
Jon kept a cool head and took a stance waiting for Darius to come first. He wouldn't want to be countered this early on now that they are confronting one another in melee.
Darius tightened his grip on his large axe and Jon stood tall with the glaive beside him.
"HYA!" Darius took the opportunity to attack from Jon's left side with a mighty cleave. Jon kicked the base of his glaive sending the rear edge almost at Darius's face who stepped back rendering the two attacks useless. Jon didn't stop and stepped forward in Darius's range once again aa his glaive's blade was attacking Darius's face. Darius parried with the axe's shaft but Jon swung the glaive in a round attaching with the rear edge again.
Darius was good at defending and managed to stop Jon's constant barrage of attacks. Jon used many techniques to keep his opponent in check and it was working until Darius had it.
"Get away, you bastard." Darius freed one of his hands and instantly took out a scroll.
Jon was ready for something like yesterday scrolls and teleported right away.
To his disappointment, it wasn't a Master-rank scroll, just a 'Fireball'.
Jon knew he was tricked by Darius to get away. A grin appeared on their faces but Jon was the next to speak.
"FUS RO DAH... bitch."
Jon unleashed an 'Unrelenting Force' Shout that arrived at Darius in an instant. The Latter was too late to do anything about it and was tossed away like a ragdoll.
Jon teleported right over Darius and stabbed at him with the Glaive but...
*Kaboom*
Darius was ready for Jon and blasted him away with a 'Fire Rune'.
It was Darius's turn to teleport after Jon and attack him while he is falling. The axe was swung but Jon managed to block with the shaft of his glaive yet, in the end, he crashed down by Darius's pressure.
"Die!"
Darius used his foot and stomped at Jon's face with all his might yet Jon slipped to the side. The stomp resulted in a shock wave by the mere might of Darius's Aura.
Jon was about to be blasted away but he swiftly swung the glaive at Darius's face breaking his helmet and putting the first wound on him.
"Bastard!"
Darius staggered back put Jon's follow up was swift and scary.
"WULD!" He charged at Darius and rammed at him.
Darius staggered back and fell on one knew but that's all that Jon needed.
"GRON VUTH STAAD!" (Bind Stop Place)
Jon's next shout formed a heavy earth aura around Darius and completely bound him down.
"Shit!" Realizing his crisis, Darius focused every bit of his Aura on defense.
Jon wasn't humble either, as soon as Darius was bound, he smote him down with all manner of attacks chipping a chunk of his vitality in the process using the glaive's 'Absorb Vitality' enchantment.
*GROAN*
Darius tried desperately to break free from the Shout's effect to no avail. Jon's custom shout was simply way too absurd to break with Physical Power but it was this or getting his vitality chipped away. Darius focused his Aura around his skin in a reckless manner. As Jon's next attack landed almost between the armor gabs, Darius managed to grab the glaive's blade and exerted pressure to hold Jon near.
"Now take this."
Darius detonated the Aura protecting him while holding Jon in place. The Aura would never harm its master so Darius's move was smart. The shockwave sent Jon flying like a cannonball crashing in one of the Arena's pillars.
*WOAH!*
*CHEERS!*
Jon's fans were disheartened almost instantly while Darius's fans were delighted.
More to that, Darius had the [Ebony Glaive] in his hand.
"Hehehe! You are a strong bastard but still too green. Let's see how I carve you up with this spear."
Darius, who was freed from the binds, walked at Jon with a grin. Jon, in pain, looked up and wanted to move fast but his back was all numb.
"Fucker!" He cursed and directed [Greed] to move.
[Greed] was possessing the [Ebony Blade], once it was directed to move, it instantly jumped on Darius and clung to him.
The [Ebony Blade] fell on the ground but Jon was there to pick it. Once the blade returned to his hand, he instantly stabbed Darius's abdomen with it.
The stab went through…
Darius agonizingly held the blade with his hand as Jon retrieved [Greed] from his face.
The attack was an end game and Jon pulled the blade before anyone could notice its identity and [Greed] possessed it again.
Darius, however, fell on his knees.
"Any last words?" Jon pointed the glaive at Darius's neck.
He was dying. No man can survive after receiving such an attack from the [Ebony Blade]. Darius looked up at Jon with a chilly glare.
"Not too soon!"
Darius felt his vitality being drained by the attack but the Grand Champion wouldn't fall that easily. A scroll was taken out in an instant and got cast on him. This was a scroll Darius kept for a long time and didn't use all these years but today it was time. He is going to make Jon pay for making him use such a treasured scroll.
Golden light radiated in the middle of the Arena and can almost be seen from outside it. Everyone including Jon, who packed away, covered their eyes.
Once the Light settled down, there was a man floating where Darius was. A golden man-made of colorful energies of Light.
None could believe what was seen. Jon and the High Mages attending the fight couldn't believe what they saw.
"""This is…"""
A magic that shouldn't have been seen since ages. Something that none has seen in centuries. The Thalmor may have claimed that they received this Ancient Magic but this was the real thing. Such magic can only be discovered in an Ayleid Ruin but none found a scroll for that Magic for ages.
"Dawn Magic!" The High Mages exclaimed.
"LGBT Magic!" Jon exclaimed.
"What?"
"I mean the lights and the colors and… right… Dawn Magic!"
The Dawn Magic a relic from the Dawn Era, the Era of Creation when the Original Spirits walk on Tamriel with men and mer. Back then, the rules of reality were unset and the magic was too powerful. Until the Merethic Era when the time and space started to stabilize, the freedom over magic was restrained bit by bit and some magics became not available for Mortals. The Magic that survived through the Dawn Era and the Merethic Era to the early years of the First Era was known as the Dawn Magic, the Magic of the Heartland High Elves, the Ayleids.
They who were the original builders of this Imperial City and held great respect to the Light Magic considering it as the Fourth Element after Flame, Frost and Shock. They were experts in Alteration which was the magic used in creation. Their ability to control energy was beyond any magic today and that's how powerful the Dawn Magic they used was.
Using a scroll containing magic in an Arena instead of handing it over to the Arcane College to be studied is like putting a diamond necklace on a pig. The mages who realized the value of that Magic were grinding their teeth as they saw the sight of Darius reaching a state of etherealness.
Jon quickly retrieved a throwing knife and threw it at Darius then followed it with a Lightning Bolt.
The Knife was deflected by Darius's armor and the Lightning didn't touch him. The energy around him made it as if Magicka itself can't harm him in this state while it kept fixing all the wound's Jon put on him.
'Physical attacks work but he won't be harmed by any Magicka or Aura whatsoever.' Jon realized.
This spell he had made him the Embodiment of Energy. It was a Self Alteration spell that heals the caster while protecting him. The caster can attack but can receive physical damage. It also seems that flying becomes possible in such a state.
'System, analyze every spec of Data from that bastard! I want to know how this spell works as all cost.'
<Confirmed!>
Analyzing a Master-ranked Spell from the Dawn Era can take years of research but Jon must do with what he has. The spell is in front of him and he must delay Darius as much as he could.
"Hahaha! Whatever you try is fruitless." Darius said smugly.
"Really? I can at least land a hit every now and then."
"Save your efforts to Oblivion. I won't let you go this easy."
Darius put his axe on his shoulder and aimed his hand forward with his free hand. He cast a Fireball at Jon who jumped away. Even the simple spell was empowered by the effect of the Dawn Magic.
"NEL VEN QO!" (Fast Wind Lightning)
Jon shouted the 'Flash Speed' shout and an aura of wind reinforced him. Whatever Darius cast was dodged by Jon on flash mode.
"Hey, what is that spell called?" Jon asked.
"..." Darius didn't feel like answering.
"Is it 'Become a Fairy' spell? cause you're sparkling?" Jon winked.
"... Fool." Darius didn't get provoked by Jon yet the latter wasn't done yet.
He kept dodging whatever Darius cast and would throw a knife or an axe from time to time.
"Do you really believe you can catch me by activating your LGBT Mode and casting spells like a half-assed boss with a second phase! You'll run out of steroids, I tell you."
"Why don't you shut up and die!"
"Fascinating! The subject is responsive to provocation, maybe because of having a stick up his ass." Jon started taking notes out loud in his recording crystal.
"..."
"Is it 'up his ass' or 'in his ass'? I guess you're the expert here."
"Tsk! You want me to get you? Fine, I'll come for you."
Darius moved like Superman and arrived behind Jon in a blink of an eye. He waved his axe at Jon but…
"FEIM ZII GRON!" (Fade Spirit Bind)
Jon was cut in half by Darius yet… there was no resistance at all.
Jon's last shout was something as absurd as Darius's Dawn Magic scroll yet less effective. 'Become Ethereal' shout was a Thu'um that Jon painstakingly learned for the sake of dangerous times especially if he wants to escape.
Darius who was in a Magicka Embodiment state met Jon who was in an Etherealness state.
While Darius can't get harmed by magic and can use empowered magic and physical attacks, Jon can't get harmed by anything and can't attack either.
"What kind of magic is that?" Darius was shocked.
"Dude! I've been shouting my lungs out all day yesterday! You're asking what magic is that today?" Jon cringed while passing his hand through Darius's axe in wonder of his ghost state.
Darius used Physical attacks, Magic and Aura to harm Jon by anything but there was no method possible. Worried about his spell running out before defeating Jon, Darius turned frantic.
Jon, on the other hand, was watching Darius with interest.
"This Dawn Magic is something, man. Look at how the Energy reacting to movement. It is like having a state of Zero Resistance with Matter but in your case, it is with Energy. No wonder you can float like an idiot." Jon didn't stop studying Darius.
"Shut up and die already!"
Darius was frustrated by Jon's very presence. He felt his spell is nearing its limit and he has to do something. All he could think of is to trap Jon by his axe so whenever his state of etherealness ends, he would be in Darius's mercy.
"Interesting thought (THOT)! But then… so is your mom." Jon simply walked away from his place through the axe.
"You bastard!"
Jon study on Darius's state was advancing by the second as the physical world didn't hinder him. He could estimate many points of similarities in the Dawn Magic spell and the 'Become Ethereal' shout. Both have the ability to store the user's body in a sub-reality on frequency with the Real World. Jon's theory on the different Frequencies of the Reality was fortified even further.
But now, it was time. Darius's spell was about its end.
Darius prepared another scroll which seemed to be his last card while Jon called out [Pride] and started casting a powerful spell for when he returns real once again.
In a second, Darius returned normal all healed and ready for action and in the next, Jon returned while shooting out a Master level spell of his own.
Darius was ready to tear open his scroll but the speed of Jon's spell was unprecedented. Jon's [Electrobeam] was shot in a straight line at Darius as if something out of a sci-fi.
Defending with his all, Darius put all his Magicka and Aura just to defend against Jon but the latter was unstoppable. A Master level spell that is being channeled while dealing damage with Jon's ridiculous amount of Magicka has a very obvious result. Darius was being dismantled by every second he is in front of that.
He may be a match for Jon on physical terms or maybe even stronger but Jon is bothered faster and stronger with Magic. His spell was carving a line on the Arena's ground.
The blinding bright spell caused many to look away. Jon's suffocating power made some even feel tight in their chests.
Yet once the spell was over, the result was mind-blowing.
"... You sly fucker!" Jon couldn't help but curse.
Darius was there hidden behind a gigantic Storm Atronach that started to spread its body after receiving Jon's attack. Its size was something akin to a two-story building.
The common knowledge with Atronachs is that you can't damage them by their element no matter what you do. A tiny Storm Atronach can't even be bothered by a Master level spell like [Electrobeam] and can take it all day without worry.
This Storm Atronach, however, was something only Arch-Wizards can summon. It is the Storm Monarch, the strongest form of Atronachs there is.
"Hahaha! How about that? Who knew I was this lucky? Hahaha!" Even Darius himself was surprised to see that Jon's spell was completely blocked by his summon. That, of course, doesn't mean he didn't take any harm. He looked pale and about to cough out blood as his energies were clearly at rock bottom.
Jon took a deep breath as he looked at the Storm Monarch in front of him. It was clearly no bound and Darius can't even control it but it was fully aggroed at Jon. The thing with Conjuration is that one needs enough power to force the Daedric Beings into submission and making a Monarch submit is the barrier between Master Conjuration Wizards and Arch Conjuration Wizards.
But still… Jon Dare was the son of Nurina Aren, the Arch Wizard of Conjuration and Mysticism. All who faced him have completely avoided the Conjuration Magic knowing how such a thing can backfire on them.
"I guess it is time, eh? I didn't really want to conjure that bastard any time soon but… whatever."
Jon teleported back as the Storm Monarch was about to attack him. He looked at Darius with a face full of pity.
"Don't blame me now, you brought that upon yourself."
Jon took a deep breath and spoke.
"Xikil, you're up."
And the void around him distorted. Jon was enveloped in the void as another gigantic being appeared.
"MORTAL! I MISS YOU!"
"Oh, God!"
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Chapitre 436: The Grand Champion
A/N: So... I haven't been paying attention to my email lately and thus my supporters (sorry) with all the researching, bad sleeping schedule, job interviews and all lately.
So, BIG SPECIAL THANKS to @tunder999 for joining the Platinum Rank.
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"MORTAL, I MISS YOU!"
"Oh, dear God!" Jon sighed, "What now?"
"Mortal, Mortal, I need your help with something."
"Not now, Xikil. If you notice the situation around us, it will be not good for my image to talk about those things here."
"Things? What things? Oh! Those things! But no, I am not talking about those things."
"Then hurry up, man. We're killing someone here."
"Right, you know that Dremora I told you about? Vaxzarl?"
"The name rings a bell."
"Well, Vaxzarl told me that Shelkil from the Black Fortress has heard from Zelmax that Vixiv heard Kaxvav saying that Koxara of the clan Xalx has met with a vampire called Serana..."
"Oh! So you heard from Serana."
"... You're smart indeed, Mortal. Right, I heard from her."
"Sorry, guys. Will take just a second." Jon excused himself from the Arena business for a second.
Somehow everyone was so polite and didn't retort to him... or so he thought.
"Go on."
"Yes, Koxara from the clan Xalx told Kaxvav who told Vixiv who told Zelmax who told Shelkil from the Black Fortress who told Vaxzarl who told me..."
"How can you be so idiot and have an exceptional memory at the same time?"
"Eh! Don't know."
"Fine, what did Vaxzarl hear from Shelkil from whatever it was, I completely forget!"
"Shelkil from the Black Fort..."
"The POINT, Xikil."
"Oh, Vaxzarl told me that she is doing alright.
"Oh, really?"
"You asked me if I have information about her last time, right."
"Okay, is it just that or there is another legendary fable I need to hear about?"
"No. Just that she is doing alright in Coldharbour. She goes to the Hollow City to spend time in secret to and that's all. No one discovered any passage to the Hollow City or anything."
"Well, that's assuring, Xikil. I don't know what could I have done without you..."
"Right? I know too."
"... being a complete waste of my time. You could have just... Nevermind! Where was I? I've arrived at the Imperial City, had a party, sex sex sex, well that's too many sex, challenged the Grand Champion to save Mirren's chastity, beat them all the way to him, had the fucker cornered and he summoned a big ass Storm Monarch."
"... Mortal, you are getting good at this."
"Goddammit! Your idiocy is contagious. Just Fire Breath that Storm Monarch and get lost."
"Gladly."
And the fight continued… or rather ended.
Xikil spat out a chunk of the Essence Draining Flame at the Storm Atronach then went after it and started punching the stones of its body while Jon went after Darius.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"... You monster!"
"Been hearing that a lot lately." Jon replied at the dumbfounded Darius who couldn't still be healed from Xikil's appearance and yes… it is that scary.
Jon's attack was still full of vigor and power while it seemed that Darius was already drained after Jon's beam attack.
"Die for I, your daddy." Jon shouted while waving the glaive at Darius who took the impact with his axe and retreated.
"Bas… Bastard! They'll get you for this!"
"Who's they?"
"Ask! Your! Maker!" Darius lashed out waving his axe with all the strength left in him but Jon evaded easily while leaving a big cut on Darius's back.
"Was it the ones who invested all these Master level scrolls? It can't be the gambling lords since they are mostly cowards?"
"..."
"Interesting! Things are finally escalating." Jon smiled and waved the glaive upwards down attacking the head.
"ARGH!"
Darius tried to defend but the blade went through his helm and cut his face taking his left eye. He completely staggered from the pain but kept distance from Jon.
"Come on, fight back. I know you run out of scrolls but you can at least wave that axe, right? I am not killing a sheep right here." Jon said with a stern tone rather than being his provocative self.
"SHUT UP!" Darius was angry knowing that he was bested.
Ever since becoming the Grand Champion, he knew this day would come but not while he is in his prime. Not too soon.
Life doesn't wait for anyone to make amends, that said, Darius was now in the same position he put many in before.
Someone younger and stronger will appear, that's the iron rule of the Arena, but Jon was just too hateful.
A man with so many skills and abilities should keep to himself and leave the world of normal decent folk to decent folk and live among the monsters he is one of. That's what was in Darius's mind.
Jon realized that and now that fear got into Darius, it was no longer fun.
"Sigh! Fine."
Jon teleported from his place and appeared behind Darius waving the glaive at his neck.
"No!"
Darius refused to surrender and defended but Jon's actions were more of a cold assassin rather than a gallant fighter. He disappeared from his place and attacked from another before Darius realize.
An arm was taken.
Darius tried to defend with the one that is left but it was taken too.
This level of attacks… Jon actually had more in his sleeves than what he showed!
Jon, however, would disagree. In a fair fight, he is well matched with Darius but if he was looking to kill from the start, Darius wouldn't have even realized what hit him.
The [Ebony Mail] concealed Jon's presence and didn't hinder any of his movement as the armor was almost weightless. Having such an armor means Jon's assassination skill has jumped a few notches up. [Ahzidal's Boots of the Apostle] made him fast as wind. [The Shadow Stone] made him even faster and sneakier.
Jon may have never practiced being an assassin but he has the aptitude, the potential and the ability. Darius was being dismantled by all manners of sneaky swift attacks.
Last what he saw was the glaive's blade coming out of his chest through his back. The [Absorb Vitality] enchantment on the [Ebony Blade] ended everything faster and quicker.
Darius fell on his knees with a face full of wounds but not a shred of agony.
Jon was confederate. Even though he didn't like Darius, making him shit himself while calling Jon a monster and shouting to heaven is no proper way for a Grand Champion to die. A swift cold death is better than a miserable one if he couldn't give his enemy the proper death of a heated fight.
By the time, Xikil was also done with the Storm Monarch and excused himself back to Oblivion.
Jon looked around to see the crowd that was looking at the Arena with shock.
"Darius died?"
"This fast? No way, he just summoned a big Atronach."
"Impossible! Don't you see that Jon Dare has summoned a Dragon."
"That's not a dragon you idiot. Dragon's don't get summoned like Daedra."
"But that… he killed Darius like that…"
While some questioned the end of the match, others didn't think of anything and just cheered. These were Jon's die-hard fans.
"Jon!"
"Dare!"
"Jon!"
"Dare!"
"Jon … Jon … Jon … Jon …!"
"… Dare … Dare … Dare … Dare!"
Jon took his helmet off with a slight smile and looked at the announcer who was surrounded by many people. It seems like things were not going as smooth as he thought as some nobles seemed to have another say in the match.
This wasn't the stereotypical corrupt noble thing but it wasn't that far either. It is simply when someone loses a hefty sum of money, they tend to do anything to not let that money slip away if they have the power.
Jon focused his Aura on his ears and heard them talking about not letting a wanted exiled person represent the Imperial Arena. One also said that the Thalmor Arrest Force should be on the Gates of the Imperial Capital right now.
Jon smiled and shook his head.
He can just summon a fucking Daedric Titan and shoot Master level spells yet these idiots want to take the meat from the lion's mouth.
"HEY!" Jon shouted.
His voice carried a lot of fighting spirit and killing intent that woke many out of their dreams. Of course, he can't go on a rampage in the Imperial Capital, not if he is not afraid of the hidden masters in the Empire, but if he decided to swiftly and effectively kill them without anyone knowing, who can stop him.
The announcer was freed from the clutches of the Nobles and arrived at his platform and blew his trumpet.
*Trumpet Music*
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Duncan of Daggerfall, your humble and loyal minstrel. It is my honor and my privilege to announce the new Grand Champion of the Imperial Arena, the Grandest Arena of Tamriel. By defeating the former Grand Champion in a legendary Fight, we present to you the Grand Champion, Jon Dare!"
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"I think it is time!" Jon said.
"I can't believe we are saying farewells in the Bloodworks. You are horrible, Jon. You could have at least stayed for the night." Vittoria said.
"I know but as far as I was told, his Imperial Majesty seems to not be appreciating my innocent visit to his glorious city." Jon said.
"I'll deal with my cousin."
"I prefer to let you have less trouble to deal with. I'll see you again in two years or less if we are lucky."
She nodded without replying.
"Well then, I hope the last trick is ready."
"Yes." She replied, "Mr. Duncan, I believe that you are familiar with Sir Jon Dare."
"Duncan of Daggerfall, a humble bard. It is my meet to see you in person, Grand Champion."
Vittoria introduced the Arena Announcer, Duncan, to Jon.
"Thank you. I understand that you are the man Miss Vittoria recommended for the job."
"Indeed."
"And you understand the risk?"
"Grand Champion, I may be not an excellent fighter such as yourself but I am still a member of the Arena."
"Good man." Jon said and handed Duncan a chest of a few Potion Vials, Scrolls and a small staff.
"These are 15 Transformation Potions, something that can make you take my form, and these scrolls have spells only I known to cast. As agreed on, during the next two years, I want you to make at least ten appearances in my form all across Cyrodiil. Appear, attract attention, and you will be rewarded. I left your pay with Vittoria and if anything happened to you, your family in Daggerfall will be given A Thousand Gold Coins for the risk you have taken."
"I am not sure, Grand Champion, but I think you are tempting me to die as soon as I can."
"Hahaha! Good man." Jon laughed.
He looked around and then at Vittoria.
"This is goodbye."
"I will see you again."
"Fare thee well, Grand Champion."
Jon said as he left the to a secret entrance.
"Where do you think you are going?" But someone shouted behind him.
"God, no!" Jon exclaimed.
The old Arena Master was right on Jon's heels.
"Here! You're the Grand Champion, take your [Raiment of Valor]!" The old man tossed a heavy plate armor at Jon with the Empire's Crest on it.
"I'll keep it with Duncan." Jon said.
"Now scram! Some Imperials are here to give you a warrant of surrender. If they catch you, you will be officially banned from entering the city and will be stripped from your Grand Champion Title."
"Okay! See you."
Jon walked out of the Arena to find his companions waiting for him outside in their fancy carriage.
"Mirren, my friend, no one is after our gay scene anymore." (Jon)
"I told you we should leave before he says it." (Mirren)
"Too late! We have Thalmor on our twelve and Imperial on our six. You guys know what that means, right?" (Jon)
"What?" (Isha)
Jon drove the carriage at top speed in the middle of the Imperial City and made the bystanders jump around in fright. Not until he reached the City Gate did he see the Thalmor arrest team.
"Gentlemen! This is the day you'll always remember as the day you almost caught..."
*Crash*
"..."
"..."
"..."
"... captain jon dare."
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