Chapitre 624: New Menace
"Lies told by a mad fool. What do you rule, 'Emperor'?"
"Hahahahaha!" Miraak lets out a laugh, ignoring his disgruntled and angry-looking allies beside him, "What a show of utter ignorance and stupidity! You knew my name, yet you rushed here without taking a moment to investigate! If you had, you would know that I have ruled far more than the pitiful land that Skyrim had become! I am Miraak, First Dragonborn! And your elder."
"First Dragonborn? I would have thought my forebearer would have had the courage to show his own face! Yet you stand before me now, cowering behind your allies like a child still drinking his mother's milk!" he insults instead of inquiring how Miraak had lived so long if his claim was true, doing so would put him on the back foot and in a weaker position between them.
"You wish to test my steel!? Foolish! But you may try! Come and face me like a true Dragon!" Miraak growls as he draws his blade and steps forwards, his companions stepping away to give him space.
Surtr himself just focuses on Miraak's sword, a disgusting, green blade with living black tendrils dancing around its guard. Clearly enchanted, or perhaps even a Daedric Artifact judging by the power he felt from it.
He hops off of his dragon and draws Wuuthrad from his back, "We duel, but I cannot trust the honour of someone who hides his face. Are you so scared to go without protection, coward?"
Miraak sniffs, bringing a hand to his face and taking the Dragon Priest mask away, revealing his face to all, surprising even his allies who'd been mentally subverted already.
One side of his face was that of a handsome Nord with a square jaw and strong features, a clear blue eye and dark blonde hair. The other was less appealing. Part of his skin had been corrupted and turned into what looked like dark dragon scales, the flesh around this appearing to be halfway through the process, giving an unpleasant contrast of green, flaking, rotten-looking skin. His eye had also been changed, now a glowing yellow with a slit pupil, akin to a dragon's.
"No wonder you hid your face, who would want an abomination like you ruling over them?" Surtr smugly states.
"Your insults are as impotent as your loins, boy. And yes, I am aware of the prophecy and all that it entailed." he grins, showing half normal teeth and half pointed fangs, "Do not worry, I will continue our lineage once you are gone."
"Bastard!" Surtr angrily growls, the insult hitting him just where it hurt as he quickly charges straight at the man, Wuuthrad raised up high. "DIE!"
"Pathetic!" Miraak breathes as dodges backwards, the tentacles wrapping around his blade shooting up and wrapping around the head of Surtr's battleaxe. A hard tug free's it, sending it clattering away along the floor.
Surtr, of course, draws the second Wuuthrad from his back while shouting, "FUS!" to get some distance from the approaching Miraak, only to be knocked over as the First Dragonborn shoots through the Unrelenting Force with Whirlwind Sprint, cutting a line across Surtr's Dragonbone armour.
"ZUN HAAL VIIK!" Surtr shouts as he angrily turns, trying to disarm Miraak of his own weapon... Only for the man to dodge with swift use of Become Ethereal.
"Your voice is weak! How Alduin fell to the likes of you is a disgrace to us all!" Miraak exclaims as he lunges forward, sparks flying as his blade collides with the handle of Wuuthrad. His blade slips through Surtr's guard and stabs him in the side, dealing a flesh wound and drawing the first blood of the fight.
Surtr grits his teeth, "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S WEAK, IMPOSTER! YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Miraak parrots, unleashing his own dragon fire in response to his opponent. His quickly overpowered Surtr's, his countless years mastering the Thu'um and many more Dragon souls enhancing his soul giving him the absolute advantage.
In another world they would have been evenly matched, but the actions of some changed the fate of the world, leaving the duo as they are now... One free, and one weak.
Fire explodes in Surtr's face, scorching his pale armour black and burning his beard completely from his face. He tumbled backwards to avoid the worst of it, but the painful burns on his face make him aware of just how big the difference between them is.
"Again, your voice is weak. You wield your power like a child his fists, without the souls of our kin you've slain, you would be as worthless as any common rabble. Yet, you dare call yourself Emperor?"
"Y-your time has passed, this is my world, my land, MY PEOPLE!" Surtr shouts as he forces himself to his feet.
Miraak chuckles, "Your people?" he glances over to Surtr's four dragons who looked disappointed at their 'leaders' clear disadvantage in this fight. "Let me show you how weak their loyalty to you truly is. GOL HAH DOV!"
A glowing rippled washes over three of Surtr's dragons, leaving only one unaffected. At first, it looked as if nothing had happened, until Miraak spoke... "To the skies, join your brothers in my service."
They each instantly do as he commands, flying into the air to join the other dragons flying overhead. Leaving Surtr standing there dumbfounded, "What is that, disgusting shout." he slowly whispers, the shout still feeling as if it was violating his senses. Never had he felt something so despicable before, as if his soul had stepped in the metaphysical version of mammoth shit.
"Miraak, hi krilon imaar hin braan dovah? Ni orin faal Alduin fund brah grik vensedren!" (Miraak, you dare enslave your fellow dragons? Not even the Alduin would use such methods!) Surtr's remaining dragon, Zokahjoorgral angrily exclaims.
"Alduin is dead, as you recall. I will not follow his fate, his mistakes."
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