Bab 296: Stranger Help
Another couple of days pass, and aside from Illococoo getting the Arch-Mages full support in her efforts to uncover the mysteries of the Thu'um, things had been pretty boring, I.e, peaceful.
Illococoo was now as busy as ever, having to dedicate a lot more of her time to research, which left Charlotte to take care of Maria. This led to the group sometimes having Maria accompany them in lectures and their study sessions on the roof. A little annoying, but not something they couldn't bear. Especially with just how much gold the Arch-Mage had already contributed to Illococoo's research.
The man had hired many mercenaries, including the Companions, to copy any word walls they came across. They likely wouldn't get any results for a couple months, but it'd undoubtedly speed up Illococoo's progress in the Thu'um and her overall understanding of the Dragon Language.
"Yeah, things are looking pre-eetty good." Michael smiles to himself as he makes his way to the kitchens that were built into the wall next to the Hall of Countenance. Unfortunately, just as he was about to step inside, a voice calls out to him.
"Michael? Michael? Excuse me, I could really use your assistance right now." a feminine voice that he'd been attempting to ignore presses, eventually grabbing his shoulder.
He lets out a sigh, "What do you want, Nirya?" he asks in a cold tone as their relationship has been on the rocks ever since she'd started her rivalry with Tiffania.
"I have... Angered some Senior apprentices, and they coerced me into a duel with them..." she admits, an embarrassed blush slightly colouring her cheeks.
He crooks a brow at her, "Alright, I'll bite... How did you anger them, and how did they coerce you into a duel... As far as I'm aware, duelling is completely optional."
Nirya's eyes dart down at her feet, "I may have insulted their ancestry..."
"Uh huh, and did these people happen to be Nords?" he asks and she goes silent.
...
"Okay," he says now knowing the answer to that question, "And how did they 'coerce' you?"
She huffs, "They insulted my honour."
"Meaning?"
"They called me a 'Small-breasted horse with a face to match'." she angrily replies.
...
"So, how is this my problem? We aren't exactly friends, actually, we might be enemies at this point."
She looks wide-eyed at him, "Wait, why?"
"You've been insulting my friend at every instance you were around. She'd been playing around with you at first, but now it's just... Hateful." he states.
She frowns, looking as if she'd thought he was okay with her insults of Tiffania. He hadn't said anything before because to him it was just a catfight, and Tiff could fight her own battles. The continued bullying, however, was not something he'd accept. It reminded him far too much of those thugs who tormented him back in school. "Then, I'll cease my actions against your friend if you help me with this... Do this and she'll never hear from me again."
Michael snorts, "Had you continued trying to bully her, I'd have actually made that come true... But, I guess suits me fine. Where is the duel happening?"
"On the roof, right now..." she says, and Michael gives her a weird look. "I asked my acquaintances if they wished to help me, but all of them refused... I, do not have many friends." she admits.
"Of course you don't, that mouth of yours had made an enemy out of almost everyone in the college. Even the masters barely tolerate you. If I were you, I'd start handing out apologies like pieces of gum..." he lets out a sigh, "You can do that later if you want though, we've got a duel to attend to now."
Nirya nods and begins to lead him towards the roof where the duel was being held. And both are surprised to find many Apprentices and even a couple of masters already waiting there... It seems that many people were hoping to see Nirya get the shit kicked out of her.
"Faralda." Nirya scowls, spotting the person she hates the most in this place.
The High Elf who teaches Destruction magic glances over and smiles, "Nirya, you've arrived. We were starting to think you'd renegade on this duel."
Nirya shakes her head, "I was merely taking my time to arrive." she turns to the two Nords standing inside the circle of people, "Sorka, Jernil, are you sure you want to do this?" she asks in a neutral tone while folding her arms.
Sorkas, the taller of the two laughs in her face, "Are we sure? I've never been more sure of anything in my life, bitch. We've even invited our master and fellow students to watch." he says gesturing at the side.
Nirya crooks a brow at the Dark Elf who was watching this all unfold, "Master Malyn, is this how you taught those under you to behave? Throwing out crude, dimwitted insults?"
The master just shrugs, "I am merely here to observe their progress, the way their act in their free time is none of my concern. It is the same for all of my students, isn't that right, Nelacar?" he asks the High Elf next to him.
"It's as you say, Master Malyn." he politely answers.
"Enough of this, you've stalled enough! Bring your partner so we can fight!" Jernil growls, eager to get started.
The ring of people gets wider as people spread out to distance themselves, a couple already beginning to cast some personal ward spells to protect themselves from whatever is cast.
Michael steps forwards, pulling his sleeves up as he does so, "I'm her partner for this fight."
Sorkas sniffs, "Hmph, didn't think anyone would come to her aid... Tell me, how much did she pay you?"
Michael shrugs, deciding not to answer, "Try not to feel too bad when I crush you."
Jernil laughs, "A fresh Apprentice thinks he can beat us? We're already adept Conjuration mages!"
"Oh... Does that mean anything? Aside from the fact that you let others do your fighting for you?" Michael taunts, which works marvellously in making them angry...
Jernil looks to want to start fighting immediately, but Sorkas holds him back, focussing on Nirya, "What do you want should you win?" he asks, his tone sounding as if he was sure of their victory already.
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Bab 297: Verbal Duelling
Nirya pauses for a moment as she decides what she wants from the duo, "What I want? When I win, you will both drop to your knees and kiss my feet for forgiveness." she states with crossed arms.
The two Nords scowl, but ignore the slight to make their own demands as well, "And when we win, you'll spend one night with each of us." Jernil says with a cruel grin.
Nirya and many of the other Apprentices listening are taken aback by their demand, some laughed and jeered at Nirya for it, while others just wrinkled their noses at Jernil in disgust. "That is hardly a fair trade." she retorts.
Jernil just laughs, "An apology from us is equal to a lifetime with your body, bitch, just be thankful we only want to show you who's in charge for a single night."
Michael frowns at the duo, "I thought 'honourable Nords' such as yourselves wouldn't lower yourselves to touch an Elf?" he sarcastically asks, "How about we even the stakes? Unless you guys are scared of losing? Two fresh Apprentices versus two Senior Apprentices, it seems obvious who should win, right?"
Jernil scowls but nods, "Fine, say your piece so we can get this over with!"
Michael smiles in response, "You will apologise to Nirya, and you will pay her ten Septims for every day you've been fighting." he turns to Nirya, "How much is that again?"
She glares at the duo, "Almost half a year now."
Michael nods, "Then, that should be around... One thousand seven-hundred septims give or take..." he shrugs, "Math was never my good point... That fine with you two? Or are you going to chicken out at a little gold?... How about this? If you win I'll pay the same amount." he says, sweetening the deal... He had zero doubt that he'd be able to beat these idiots.
...
The duo talks amongst each other for a moment before eventually agreeing, "That's fine for us, just be ready to hand over the gold!"
With the terms agreed upon, the two sides separate a good distance and Master Faralda is given permission to begin the duel. "When this coin hits the ground, the duel begins!" she announces and flicks the coin after a moment.
Unfortunately, the Nords were hardly playing fair, as before it even hits the ground they were already casting.
*Ching!* *Ching!*
The sound of two separate portals to Oblivion opening rings out, with two Atronachs appearing from them. One 10ft Frost Atronach with club-like hands, and one Flame Atronach, which glides out like a dancer and immediately starts hurling fireballs at them.
Nirya ignores their apparent cheating and instead throws up a Ward to block the fireballs with her left hand, all the while, her right hand begins channelling an attack of her own. Not a second later, she throws her right hand out, casting Ice-Spike which hurls a sword-sized sharp piece of ice, not towards the Flame Atronach that'd attacked her, but at Sorkas just behind it.
"Aha! You think a weak attack like that would harm me!?" the Nord laughs as he throws up a Ward of his own. Already the duel wasn't looking good for them, it was a four versus two fight now that the Nords had conjured their summons, leaving Faralda on the back foot.
She glances over towards Michael to see how he was doing, her mouth opening slightly as she spots him teleport on top of the Frost Atronach...
Michael sits atop it with a shit-eating grin as he looks down at Jernil. The Frost Atronach were usually large and inflexible, this one, in particular, having joints that didn't allow it to raise its arms above its head, leaving Michael completely safe from its attacks. "Man, you guys must really suck at this... I've just started learning here and I'm way stronger than you!" he mocks, causing Jernil to almost froth at the mouth in indignant rage.
The scene was pretty comical to an outsider's perspective, Michael casually sitting atop Jenril's Frost Atronach as it stumbles and waddles around in a vain attempt to attack its new rider. All the while its summoner shoots and misses a barrage of Ice-Spikes at him.
Truth be told, Michael hadn't yet learned how to cast a Ward, so he was basically just forced to dodge the attacks... Were he not using a dagger to keep his seating atop the Atronach he'd have been hit a couple times as well, his Gandalfr runes providing the speed and reaction speed he needs.
"Sorkas! Help me kill this fuck!" Jernil growls with a bead of sweat beginning to drip down his cheek.
"I got it." the Nod retorts, halting his Ward and thrusting both hands forwards, but not towards Michael... A light spark to life around the Atronach, and suddenly it's completely surrounded in a Cloak of Flames, forcing Michael to leave his new mount.
He lands on the ground with a roll and glances over at Nirya who'd just finished off Sorkas' Flame Atronach, "Shall I end this already? Or do you still want to show off a bit?" he asks, causing a frown to touch her face.
"I'm not here to play, Michael, my pride and dignity is on the line. If you can finish this then do so!" she exclaims, having to use both hands to block a Fireball cast by Sorkas, it explodes against her defences and she barely manages to hold it off... Another attack like that though and she'd be done for.
Michael just throws her a thumbs up and looks to Jernil, "Hey, buddy, I wonder how much you've got left in your reserves."
The Nord grins despite himself, "I've more than enough left in me! Enough to bed that knife-eared bitch at least!" she shouts, causing a couple High Elves in the crowd to scowl at him for his racist insult.
Michael nods, "Good, then this shouldn't instantly kill you. Mana Void."
"CHRAAAAK!*
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