Ghorbash stands before me, shield and sword in his grasp. He then take a look down at his shield, and throws it aside. He then draws his second sword from his side, “One to burn you, and the other to freeze you. Taste the heat of the Sun! Feel the chill of Skyrim in your bones!”
I quickly draw two of my own weapons. In one hoof is grasped Avatar’s fire dagger, and in the other is the Void dagger. I decide not to take out my scythe unless needed, “I don’t want to kill you, Ghorbash. But I will defend myself.”
He simply yells a battle cry, and charges towards me. I send out a burst of mana, but I don’t aim it towards him. I reach out until I feel some familiar bones deeper in the castle. I try my best to bring them back, but it will take a long time to do so whist also fighting Ghorbash.
I raise both daggers to block his swords, and I push back against him. He slides back a bit, and looks at me with slight surprise, “So, you resist the power of the Ebony Mail?” He then stands up straight once more, “You won’t survive my Thu’um!”
I see him take a deep breath in, and I channel my pyromancy from inside. It flows through the ring, growing stronger in it’s presence, and filling up my horn.
“Yol Toor Shul!”
I shout back as I level my horn at him, “Combustion Train!”
The beams of fire meet and hold each other at a stalemate. His dragon fire being very strong, but my fire being it’s equal with Narya. His beam comes out of his mouth, and mine from my horn. The heat generated is enough to evaporate the sweat that drips down our faces.
Ghorbash stops shouting for a second, allowing my flames to creep closer to him. He shouts once more, “Feim!”
The beam of fire goes right through him as he turns to looking like a ghost. The fire goes all the way through him before his form becomes corporeal again.
He raises his arms in the air, forcing the two blades against each other. The room is filled with a terrible hissing noise as steam fills the air. He laughs a bit, “Let us see if you can block this!” He shouts his Thu’um once more, “Su Grah Dun!”
Both of his weapons start to glow white, as if a storm was gathering around them.
He holds the blades by his side, and shouts once more, “Wuld Nah!”
He appears in front of me in an instant, weapons at the ready. Then he swings.
The swing is fast enough that most wouldn’t be able to see it, and within a second he slashed once more. I float my daggers around in my magic, doing the best I can to block the slashes heading to me in a whirlwind. I’m glad I practiced after fighting Celestia, because this requires reaction times I wouldn’t have had before.
The exchange of blows was only forty seconds long, but it felt like forever. The magic runs out, and he flips away from me. In the air, he draws his bow, and has notched an arrow by the time he has landed.
He fires the arrow off at me, which I manage to block with a shard from the Void dagger. I then extended the flame dagger out to reach him, and start to swing with my now ten foot dagger. He jumps over my first swing, drawing yet another arrow and firing it before he lands.
Yet again, it is blocked with a shard, and I swing the dagger once more. He rolls to the side, allowing it to cut into the ground where he was. I don’t give him time to breathe, and swing at his shoulders. He ducks underneath, and easily dodges yet another swing.
He raises to his full height after a flip, and he shouts, “Zun Haal Vikk!”
His shout reaches me, and the daggers go flying out of my magical grasp. He gives me no time to breathe, charging right at me once more.
I rip my scythe out of it’s holding place. I can feel my power increase as I grow to be the same size as Ghorbash.
I swing my scythe around to meet one blade, making sure to hook it and throw it out of his grasp. I use my free hand to grab his other, blue sword and wrench it out from his hand. His grip isn’t as strong as it should be, for he doesn’t know the strength of my transformation. I throw the blade across the room.
He goes skidding across the floor as I punch him in the face. As he slows down at the bottom of his throne, he coughs and gets up. He wipes some blood from his mouth, “Finally taking this seriously, are we? Very well then, allow me to show you my own form!” He shouts into the air, “Mul Qah Diiv!”
His body shifts, and his armor melts away. It’s replaced with what seems to be the form of a dragon, and he grows taller by at least two feet. He now towers above me.
He reaches to his back, and pulls something from it. A giant hammer, glowing green, spikes on either side, and a glowing red dot in the middle. He lifts the hammer like it was a toy, “Now you shall see! I am the chosen of Malacath! Volendrung shall crush you to dust!” He charges at me with a single shout, “Wuld!”
He appears in front of me, bring the huge hammer down. I swing my scythe about with both hands, catching it right under it’s head. The blow is strong enough to send out a shockwave, but it doesn’t move us.
He brings the hammer down again and again, and I barely block it. He assaults relentlessly, and I swear I can see tears of anger in his eyes.
He is pushed away from me, and he starts to cry from his anger. He shouts, “Yol Toor Shul! Fo Krah Diin! Iiz Slen Nus!”
I being up a shield of bone in front of me, blocking all of his shouts.
He doesn’t stop though, his Thu’um stronger than ever thought possible, all due to his rage, “Krii Lun Aus! Strun Bah Qo! Fus Ro Dah! Gaan Lah Haas! Joor Zah Frul! Fass Ru Maar! Ven Gaar Nos! Gol Hah Dov!” He pounds on my bubble of bone with his hammer, “Zii Los Dii Du!”
“Zun Haal Viik!”
I hear Ghorbash’s weapon go flying, and I let down my bubble. He stares towards the doorway, “Your back...”
I turn, and I see Dovahkin in the doorway, “This battle shall stop at once! Ghorbash, Raven, it looks like we need to talk about what peace is.”