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// Chapter 2: Capture. 
// Story: Song of the Nightingale. 
// by ArchAIngel 
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	"Look, whatever the hell is going on, I just want to find out where I am and stop being attacked! Leave me alone!" Theresa yelled at another one of those damned horses, no.... wait... A UNICORN! Bloody fucking hell, a unicorn? The Hero of Kvatch killed the last one, so how is one here? Did I travel through time and space? It just made a clumsy slash at her, not even coming close to cutting her as she deflected it with ease.Do these things ever fight? I saw better moves off bandits then that! She sighed, and raised her blade, about to slay the stupid unicorn, when the little pink and yellow ball somehow hovered in front of her. She looked at it curiously..

And met oblivion. Eyes full of fury met hers, and she stiffened. "....What are you? Some sort of lesser daedra?" She stared back, meeting the fury of this strangely scary yellow winged horse with the knowledge accumulated from a thousand dead dragons, the emotions of their lives roaring up inside her, filling her with power. She growled in fury, reached out, and snapped the wings off at the base. "Fuck with my head again, and I will give you to the lord of rape as a new playtoy." The little horse was shivering, so she decided that it had enough. She looked at where the armored unicorn was, and now around 80 horses, some with wings, some unicorns and all with armor, had arranged themselves in front of her. Standing in the center was a majestic sight, another winged unicorn but this one was pure white, wearing armor that appeared to be forged from some strange light blue-green metal. In front of it, in a golden aura, was a massive halberd. It was made of the same strange material, and looked extremely sharp. It had a filigree of gold on it, in the shape of a sun, outlining a masterfully carved ruby in the same shape. When she looked at the large, white horse, it had a tattoo on it's butt of the sun. Well, someones got a theme going.

"Screw this, 80 to 1 odds? Not gonna fight like that. Now, if it was more even..." GOL HAH DOV! The Thu'um manifested as a ring of golden light, ringed with white, and hit around 30 of the unicorns, and about 14 of the winged ones. It also struck the big one, but it somehow resisted it. She gave it a curious look, not even dragons could stand up to that! "What are you?" She asked it, and it responded with some sort of odd pulse, which looked like ripples of golden water, pouring out from it. The strange magic struck her, and her jaw dropped as her weapons appeared in a pile behind the strange winged horse.
The telltale signs that her Thu'um had taken effect also disappeared from the unicorns and winged horses that were struck by it. "What the HELL was that!" She roared, furious. NO-ONE ever, ever, EVER touched her weapons. She had worked for days on them, poured her heart, her soul, her very essence of being into them, and being separated from them felt like she had just had her soul snapped in half and stomped on by a mammoth.

"Oh, it is ON now, bitch. You took my weapons? Fine, then you die slower." She pulled back her hood, revealing hair that was a ebony black, skin of dragon scales, and eyes that looked like frozen diamonds, glittering with pure fury. The large white horse reared back, and slammed its front hooves into the ground, and the floor shattered beneath her feet. The Nightingale quickly reached up, grabbed the rim of the sudden hole in the floor, and pulled herself up, launching her lithe body into the ceiling, where she grabbed the one with rainbow hair, and ripped out a wing bone. She grinned, now she had a weapon, and with it, she immediately dropped down, and drove the sharp point of the bone, shattered from the impact of her wings on the ceiling, into the armored unicorns eye, causing it to drop its sword. She let go of the bone, and picked up the sword, swinging it a couple of times experimentally, testing the balance. "Not bad smithing for a bunch of retarded unicorns and mutated freaks." Several of the winged horses looked green, and the floor soon had a light coat of vomit.

The large one did something similar to what the other winged unicorn had, creating a wall of force with its voice. Oddly, it was not using the Thu'um, but something else. Are these things capable of mimicking the Thu'um? It looks like it. She merely said "FUS RO DA", and the wall of force created by the large white winged unicorn was canceled out by the force of the Thu'um. "Whatever the hell you are, you just screwed up by the numbers. Challenging me to a battle of shouts is the very last thing you want to do. YOL TOOR SHUL!" The stream of fire slammed into the large white winged unicorn, and dissipated harmlessly. It launched a massive fireball back at her, and she stopped it, barely. She charged, and slashed the first unicorn in the throat, grabbed that ones sword, and jammed them both into the chest of one of the winged ones, kicking the corpse off the simple blades. A bolt, similar to a firebolt spell, but golden in color, flew at her, and she dodged it with ease, killing another unicorn by gutting it while she rolled. She got up, and cut both wings off one of the winged ones, where it collided with a unicorn. They both collapsed, the unicorn from the impact, and the winged one from the fact that it had a horn sticking out of its chest. "SLEN TIID VO!" The world slowed down, and the Nightingale smiled. She ran over to the pile of weapons behind the large one, when it somehow managed to slam a wing into her throat, crumpling the esophagus. She collapsed, and her vision faded to black...