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Capítulo 272: Companionship

The woman named 'Jackle' just scoffs at the challenge however, "To best you would imply an actual fight! You'd go down like a sack of stones! I don't even know how you were accepted here in the first place, you empty-headed braggart!"

"Oh, she's got you there Bureld. You just gonna take that? Where's your pride as a man?" a woman with warpaint on her face and wearing hide armour remarks with a smirk, obviously enjoying riling Bureld up.

"Y-you think!?... THAT DOES IT!" the bald Nord exclaims, lunging towards Jackle with wild fists. He was broader and sturdier than Jackle, but obviously lacked her agility and reach. His first few strikes miss, leaving him open to the Orc woman's counterattack.

*Pap! Pap!*

Two jabs to the face cause the Nord to stumble slightly as he attempts to avoid more, his earlier fierce expression changing to one of surprise, caution, and a slight, almost imperceptible fear.

Michael and Vilkas watch as the fight continues, the duo wailing on each other, but it's clear that Jackle is the superior opponent. They both lack any sort of real technique, but they were fast. Jackle might be able to reach Mercer's speeds if given enough training.

"Other new bloods, their tempers run hot, so it's best to let them get it out of their systems... Besides, Bureld could stand to be cut down a peg or two." Vilas remarks with crossed arms.

So they're newbies...? That makes Michael wonder how tough the older Companion members are... "To be honest, I'm surprised to see an Orc here. I thought them and Nords didn't get on well?"

Vilkas shrugs, "Your race doesn't matter to the Companions, as long as your will is strong and your arm is stronger. We would probably have some Cats here too if they weren't barred from the city."

The fight quickly comes to an end, Jackle knocking the wind of the Nord with an uppercut before pulling his head down into a knee strike. The sound of Bureld's nose breaking causes a few to wince, but the rest just cheer and jeer as the fight is concluded.

"Know your betters, Nord. Or you'll only live a short, stupid life." Jackle spits, heading back to her seat and downing her mead, ignoring the few bruises forming on her dull-green skin.

Michael glances at Vilkas, "So, what's this 'test' I'll be taking?"

"I'd usually have you meet the Harbinger, but old Kodlak is out on business, so it falls to me to determine your worth... Come out back, we'll see if your confidence is just arrogance." he says, heading through the hall and out Jorrvasker towards the training grounds.

The other Companions pick up on this and follow, wanting to watch the 'new blood' get the crap kicked out of them. They'd all been through it before, so it was time they laugh at someone else experiencing it. The only one left behind is the unfortunate Bureld, who was still nursing his broken nose.

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Outside, Michael is told to leave his weapons on a nearby bench as Vilkas tosses him a blunted steel one. "If you'd prefer something else, take one from there." he says, gesturing at the nearby weapons rack.

Michael shakes his head, "I'll be fine with this... Annnd this." he says while grabbing an extra dagger, presenting a confident face despite the fact he was internally screaming since his Gandalfr runes wouldn't work with training weapons...

"Good, then come, attack me." he says, raising his steel shield while preparing his sword for a counterattack.

As tempted as Michael was to simply Blink Strike behind him, it was obvious this was just a physical exercise. The Companions were mainly Nords, so using magic was a sure-fire way to either get kicked out, or ambushed as you slept...

Michael ignores the jeers of the other Companions as he steps forwards, sword in his right and dagger in his left. He'd never trained with shields before, and he wasn't going to use this opportunity to try. So he decided to dual-wield and see what'd happen... At worst he could just drop one of his weapons.

He marches forwards and steps around Vilkas, only to find the man's defence to be rock-solid. His shield never strayed from Michael, making it almost impossible to actually try to attack him... Fortunately, this wasn't some poncy duelling class with strict rules.

He bounces forward on the ball of his left foot and slams a hard heel into Vilkas' shield. The Companion however just knocks his foot to the side and makes a stab at Michael's ribs, only for it to be blocked by Michael's sword.

With the shield temporarily out of the way, he pushes forwards, keeping Vilkas' sword locked with his own and attempts to stab Vilkas over the shield with his dagger. The man easily ducks back however, bringing his shield back around and slamming it into Michael's arm, causing him to lose his dagger from the impact.

With that, Michael backs away to gather his wits and plan his next moves. Vilkas defences were seriously tough, stronger and more skilled than any shieldbearer he'd seen back in Halkeginia. Not to mention how much stronger the man was compared to the humans of that world.

Michael goes forward for another attack, slamming the hilt of his sword against Vilkas' shield, another counter-attack approaches, but Michael subtly uses Convection to slide slightly to the left. This confuses the man as he'd never encountered such strange movement before, allowing Michael to drop his sword and get an elbow strike into Vilkas' chin, only for the man to tank it like a champ and jab his blade at Michael, the blunt tip of which sticks against his sternum, signalling the end of the spar.

"Alright, that's enough. Good fight." Vilkas states with a nod of approval. "You're far better than what that lot over there did." he says, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the still jeering crowd of Companions. Regardless of Michael showing strength, it was in the Guild's nature to downplay and banter with one another.

"So, am I in?"

Vilkas pats him on the shoulder, "Aye, you're in. Now put away the weapons, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."


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Capítulo 273: Huntressing

After Michael is shown the new recruit beds under Jorrvaskr, the Companions hold a short ceremony in the main hall which is followed by a celebration... Mainly, many, many drinks. Of which Michael mostly avoids, as he needed a clear head for what he planned to do tonight.

During this, he did get better acquainted with the other Companions, Specifically, Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela, the latter of which seemed more interested in fighting him than talking, but progress was progress.

Farkas himself didn't have much to say, but listened intently when Michael spoke of his time in Falkreath, hunting bandits and his run-in with Vampires, this particular story catching the ears of a few other people.

He got to know Jackle a bit as well, the prideful Orc deigning to lower herself enough to his level so they could converse as 'equals'. He learned a bit about Orcs and the various Orc Strongholds speckled around Skyrim, she spoke of her home, Narzulbur in particular, a place she had fled after her father, the chief, tried to have her married to her brother Mauhulakh.

Orc Strongholds were more tribal than most other settlements in Skyrim, with only the Chief being the one allowed to sire offspring, if anyone else wanted the right they would have to beat the Chief in combat and claim the position as their own... Jackle's father, however, wished to try and keep the power in the family... Others were angry over this decision, but they weren't strong enough to fight against it.

Even among Orcs incest is frowned upon, so she defeated her brother in single combat and left, refusing to be part of her father's schemes any longer. Apparently, not long after she left, her brother had killed her father and took his place as chief and sent a letter to invite her back... Which she refused with a passion.

The jolly afternoon soon came to an end, and everyone not passed out drunk already heads to bed so that they'd be ready for tomorrow. Michael stays up in the hall, ignoring the stinkeye Skjor was sending his way... Apparently, his induction without the Harbinger's opinion hadn't settled well with him, leaving him with a dislike for Michael...

Regardless, once Michael was left on his own, he got his equipment ready while using Cloak and Dagger to turn invisible before heading out of Jorrvasker and into the nighttime city.

Despite it being an hour til' midnight, people still seemed to be milling around... The curfew was still in effect, but that didn't stop the drunkards from getting their fill of mead at the local tavern. It was actually a common occurrence to see the guards go back and forth between the jail and the bar with a new person being dragged behind them... He idly wondered if there were enough cells for all the people they were jailing.

But, he supposed it was better this way instead of allowing them to wander around alone and risk getting butchered by the murderer.

Speaking of the murderer, Michael's best option to catch them currently was to head to the last place they'd been spotted. An alleyway near the orphanage apparently... He didn't know where the orphanage was however, so he'd have to look around for a bit.

Eventually, he does find the place, and after scouting around for a couple minutes, does find the alleyway that smells like a slaughterhouse. The murderer wasn't gentle with their victims from what he could tell, the blood spatters that reach two and a half meters high on the nearby wall showed just how brutal it had been.

Whoever it was must've been incredibly strong, maybe stronger than Michael when enhanced by his Gandalfr runes... A Vampire maybe?... Maybe not, no smart blood-sucker would draw this much attention to them.

It couldn't be a conjured Dremora either, as those guys would've just charged straight towards the guard barracks in an attempt to kill as many people as possible. So, he really had no clue at all.

He did have one other options... The Vessel of the Hunt. But, that'd mean coming out of invisibility and revealing himself to Whiterun. He'd probably get thrown in jail for wandering around at night. He was brand new to the city, so it wouldn't take much to pin the crime on him.

No, he'd do it tomorrow morning if he couldn't find anything tonight. He'd certainly not risk using the Vessel anywhere near the Companions... He didn't need them on his back, or with their fangs around his neck.

Michael continued to sneak around the city, keeping an eye out to see if the murderer would strike again... Unfortunately, this doesn't occur, or at least, he isn't aware of it if it did. With no results to show, he heads back to Jorrvaskr and climbs into his new bed, ignoring the rather loud snores from his other recruit buddies.

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The next day Michael is awoken bright and early by Jackle who almost dislocates his arm as she pulls him out of bed. "Wake up, it's time to train." she grouses, herself not happy at how early it is. The Companions don't usually have such strict schedules, but for new recruits, it's best to get them ready for combat as soon as possible, as you never know when you'd be sent out on a job.

Grumbling to himself, he does as he's told, coming out into the training ground where the other recruits were sparring... Only to then get dragged to the side by Aela, who immediately demands a duel from him... Apparently, Vilkas had been impressed by him and let the others know, which made it Michael's problem as Aela now wanted a piece of him... Or to be more specific, her pound of flesh.

So, both of them stand off with one another, both dual-wielding and both favouring a more agile style of combat. Needless to say, with his runes he was far, far less skilled than any of the Companions were, along with the fact he was weaker than they were... Nords really had an unfair physical advantage over everyone else... Barring maybe Orcs... Or maybe it was the beast blood that ran through her veins that improved her strength?


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