Chương 530: Good, you're awake... Again...
*Cough! Cough! Cough!*
"Get up you damned fool!" a voice says as Surtr is rolled onto his back, the tree that was previously pinning him down having been removed.
Surtr coughs once more and spits on the floor, removing the ash and soot from his mouth. "Ah... Gods..."
"I said get up! It's not over yet!" Ralof exclaims, pulling Surtr to his feet.
"R-Ralof... What happened? How long was I out?"
"I don't know, some minutes? Come on, that dragon's still out there, we need to get out before it gets hungry and started looking for survivors!"
Surtr shakes his head, "No. The fight's not done until I'm dead!" he states, shaking off Ralof's hand and marching towards the burial mound that was now enveloped in a bright swirling blue light.
"S-Surtr! We can't fight them! We need to run!" Ralof stutters out, shocked that his friend basically wanted to commit suicide.
"Go find Galmar! If I don't survive, we'll meet again in Sovngarde!"
"We already found him! Leg shattered and chest almost caved in! He's the first one they pulled out!... Stop being a fool and come with me!" he shouts, failing to persuade his friend to retreat... Ralof shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek and following after Surtr, deciding to go out like a hero with the hero.
Almost all of the other Stormcloaks had been killed, with a few stragglers here and there trying to escape. The inn had been burned to the ground, and no ballistae remained standing.
"Sahloknir, ziil gro dovah ulse! Slen Tiid Vo!" the giant black dragon roars causing a skeletal dragon to burst from the burial mound. Flickers of light gather around it and begin getting absorbed by the newly born beast, its flesh manifesting from seemingly nowhere at all.
"Gods... It was true..." Ralof mutters in horrified fascination.
"Alduin, thuri! Boaan tiid vokriiha suleyksejun kruziik?"(Alduin, my Lord! Has the time come to revive our ancient realm?) the newly born icy blue dragon asks as it stands.
"Geh, Sahloknir, kaali mir." (Yes, Sahloknir, my champion!) Alduin states before turning its head towards Surtr, "Ful, losei Dovahkiin? Zu'u koraav nid nol dov do hi. Fin pook do hin joor tal kras zu'u." (So, you are Dovahkiin? I see none of the dragonkind in you. The stench of your mortal part sickens me.)
The dragon pauses and starts again in Tamrielic, "You do not even understand our tongue, do you not?"
Surtr shakes his head, "I understand loud and clear, Alduin! I won't let you destroy this world!"
"Kouh, why? Has your mortal mentality fooled your senses? It is time." Alduin states.
"Because IT IS MINE!!" Surtr shouts, his blood bubbling as he fearlessly glares at the dragon.
"Hmph. You are more alike than I thought... Get stronger, Dovahkiin, then we can speak, Tinvaak, on what the fate of this rotting world should be... Sahloknir, have him prove his worth. Kill him." Alduin commands before flying away, uncaring that the literal Dragonborn was standing right before him.
The blue dragon nods its head and turns towards Surtr and Ralof, "Let it commence, Tinvaak. Who has the stronger Thu'um." it growls.
Surtr takes a deep breath spits some ash onto the snow-covered ground, and waves at Ralof, "Leave, this isn't for you."
"But-!"
"I SAID LEAVE!" Surtr growls, showing his teeth as he turns back to the dragon, "I AM SURTR, FIGHT ME SAHLOKNIR! FUS RO DAH!" he shouts, utilising all the knowledge and experience from both Arngeir and the dragon soul he'd previously absorbed.
A shockwave blasts forth with incredible power, shredding the ground, flinging snow, and uprooting any plants in its wake as it approaches the dragon.
Strangely, the dragon does not and simply allows it to hit. It closes its eyes and allows the force to wash over it, as if it'd only been hit in the face by steam from a spa. "Sahlo. Weak. You possess the voice of the dead, none of your own. FUS RO DAH!" it shouts back with an even bigger shockwave, it hits Surtr straight on and throws him many meters across the grass, he lands with a thud and quickly gets up despite the big purple bruise beginning to form on his chest.
"Damned walking lizard. I won't die here! FUS RO DAH!" he shouts again with even more force, pushing the back ever so slightly.
"BETTER. AGAIN!" the dragon grouses, throwing the same shout back... Only for Surtr to dodge it this time, taking advantage of the distance between them. "COWARD! FO KRAH DIIN!" it shouts, beginning to spew frost from its maw instead.
"FEIM!" Surtr shouts, turning ethereal and running through the frost breath while approaching with his blade at the ready.
"FAAS RU MAAR!"
A wave of purple runs over Surtr and instantly causes fear and despair to erupt within his mind. He grits his teeth and shrugs it off however, whispering calming words to himself as he finally reaches his foe.
"DIR DOVAH!" he roars as he charges, his voice causing Sahloknir to rear back on its hind legs and growl menacingly.
"Dovah nis dir! Nunon hi!" (Dragons cannot die! Only you!) the dragon exclaims and attempts to bite Surtr in half, the Nord barely avoids it, skimming around its mouth and slashing his sword at the side of its neck which only carves off a thin layer of scales.
"Zu'u fen wahl hi dir!" (I will make you die!) he shouts, his voice echoing as if he'd just used a formal shout. His next attack actually manages to draw blood, piercing its scales and nicking the flesh underneath.
"I WILL DEVOUR YOU! YOL AL PAH!" it roars out, spewing napalm-like fire all around it, sticking almost every surface with the deadly substance. It doesn't last all that long, not because it lacks power, but because it simply burns away its fuel too quickly.
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