章節 688: Lordly Madness

*Smack!*

Surtr smacks Ralof hard with the back of his hand, sending him sprawling to the floor with a few of his teeth flying. "You dare speak to your King like that!? You may have saved me, but I returned the favour with Alduin's death! Speak to me in that tone again and I'll have your tongue cut out!" he angrily shouts.

"Y-you... You're not Surtr... You're just some imposter wearing his face... D-did you kill Ulfric too!? What other cri-"

*CRACK-SQUELCH!*

Surtr stomps on Ralof's face hard enough to splatter the ground with his brain, the soldiers around all gasping in shock, bile rising to their throats not just as the horrific sight, but the scene of absolute betrayal...

Their king had just lost his temper and killed his 'closest' friend and confidant... If he'd do that to Ralof, what would he do to them!?

"SURTR! YOU MAD BASTARD! YOU KILLED HIM!" one brave man shouts from the makeshift beds, one left missing while the other was heavily splinted.

The Dragonborn's eyes turn to him and glow with unbidden fire, "Say that again, weakling!"

"I-... I said that you killed him! For no reason other than your pathetic pr-"

*CHOP!-THUD!*

Wuuthrad bisects the man and embeds itself firmly in the wooden box below him. Surtr turns his eyes to the others, "WHO ELSE HAS SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME!?"

...

With that 'hiccup' sorted, he turns away from them and looks towards the Winterhold navy, specifically Kunkka who was watching them from the beach with folded arms.

Kunkka quirks a brow at him as if he was looking at some mad beast considering charging at him, Surtr marches over but his vision flashes and he ends up right where he started. A red X faded from under his feet.

"I suggest you stay where you are, 'King' you've shown a dear lack of camaraderie or common courtesy. Your contract with Winterhold is voided, I'll have Jarl Ennura send you a letter after I've conferred what I've seen today." he explains, holding his ground.

"You will, will you...?" Surtr remarks in a low, strained tone. "Allow me to send my regards then. GOL HAH DOV!" Surtr shouts towards the navy, hoping to catch every single one of Michael's servants with it.

It washes over Kunkka and immediately causes his eyes to go cloudy, the same thing happens to the soldiers behind him. The brainwashing wave rolls over the ships, but before it can take the Man O' War flagship, the same shout rings from the opposite direction...

Rubick.

Surtr scowls as all of his new slaves regain control of themselves, "That damned mage!"

Kunkka shakes his head before pointing Tidebringer at him, "So you've chosen death!?" he looks past Surtr and at the soldiers behind him, "Any of you who don't wish to be scuppered should leave, now!"

"FUS RO DAH!" Surtr roars and Kunkka swipes his blade upwards, forming a wave-like shield in front of him that disperses the attack. He then cuts his own shield to activate Tidebringer's enchantment. Everyone in front of him, barring the injured and retreating soldiers grunts as a jet-like cut from on their chests, immediately dying their clothes with blood.

Surtr was saved from this by his dragonbone armour, but the attack still chips a small indentation in it. He stumbles backwards but readies Wuuthrad and unleashes yet another shout, "What can the sea do against the sky!? STRUN BAH QO!" he shouts, using Call Storm for the second time today.

"Hhrmmhuhuhu! Not so fast, Steal!" Rubick laughs from the deck of a ship before using Surtr's own shout against him, "STRUN BAH QO!"

With both storms doubled up on top of one another, the entire sky above Solstheim was blocked out, the thick black clouds rumbling dangerously as lightning arcs through the clouds as if it were fighting against itself.

Surtr takes a cautious step back as he sees the sky, calling his dragon to collect him and using the few soldiers still loyal to him as cannon fodder... They all fall rather quickly however as Medusa shows herself next to Rubick with her bow drawn.

"How predictable." she drawls, "Do you want to beg or will you just start running?" she taunts.

"Beg? It will be you begging, creature! HUN KAAL ZOOR" he roars, causing many ghostly figures to suddenly manifest around him, each looking unique but with one unifying thing... They were all each Nordic heroes from the past, arriving from Sovngarde.

With a makeshift army summoned, Surtr sends one last glare at the Winterhold navy before swiftly running in the opposite direction. He knew he was outmatched here, these people had killed Miraak when he could not, add the fact that Michael would learn of this as soon as he returned and Surtr's chances weren't looking so good.

He leaps atop the neck of his personal dragon and starts flying away, spamming Unrelenting Force to know away the clouds of arrows shot at him by Medusa, his dragon doing the same with Whirlwind Sprint. The heroes from Sovngarde that'd accepted his call were strong, but still not match against the strange people Michael had under his control.

Kunkka runs a hand through his hair as he watches the traitor king fly away, wondering if this was a common thing in this world. He was pretty sure Surtr was just unhinged but the possibility of most people in power acting similarly could not be disregarded... "Ah... Does this mean Winterhold is no longer with Skyrim? Or that Skyrim is no longer with Surtr?" he questions as he steps onto the boat.

"It doesn't matter, either way we won't have to listen to that buffoon any longer." Medusa drawls as she slithers back into her cabin.

Kunkka coughs into his fist as he looks over at Wei, "Would you mind being the one to inform Ennura of this development? I'd rather not be the bearer of bad news..."

"I thought this was good news..."

"It might be! But I'd rather not take my chances!"