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  "You see that? It’s a dragon!"

  "Divines protect us……"

  Not all who came from Whiterun were expecting the Dragon’s size in mind. That creature is simply a behemoth and hacking it with a sword suddenly seemed a bit of a challenge.

  "Don’t falter! If you don’t want to call yourselves Nords anymore, then you can hide behind me." Yet a certain voice shook the men’s body and core once it said those words.

  Looking back, there was a red-dressed lady coming holding a staff and donning a sword.

  "Lady Alina…… of Winterhold?" One man recognized the lady who was one of the most famous individuals in both Winterhold and Kyne’s Cult.

  She walked ahead of the men followed by the six powerful individuals. Wulfur, Jullanar, Aela, Isha, Mirren and Miranda. She only stopped when she was near the Jarl and his men.

  "Jarl Balgruuf."

  "Lady Crimson Moon. I saw you at the gathering……"

  "I was just visiting…… it seems that you have a Dragon problem."

  "Aye…… that’s a large beast."

  The two looked ahead at the Dragon who was some distance away spewing his raging flames around without.

  "What is it fighting? It doesn’t seem to be attacking the tower." The Jarl said.

  Alina’s eyes glowed as she looked around the area and soon found the answer that made her heart beat uncontrollably.

  "…… Kyne! There is…… someone fighting the Dragon. The guards are fortifying the tower. Let’s hurry!" Alina said.

  Someone was dumb enough to fight the dragon amidst those flames are either a fool or a fool but either way, he’s a fool who kept the guardsmen from getting burned by serving as a distraction. The Jarl was appreciative enough to draw his sword and call for advancement to aid that warrior.

  Alina knew that was Jon. The appearance was not Jon but if there is someone she can’t see through his magic or predict his actions then that’s Jon.

  As the Jarl charged ahead with the men who were brave enough to run madly at a dragon, Alina turned and faced the other men.

  "Cowards now, are you?" Alina said and faced the tower’s direction, "Cower behind me if you must and none shall blame you. As for these fine ladies with me, we have a role to play. Come, sisters. The Dragon won’t slay itself."

  Alina’s domineering words left those men in shame and trapped them between the horror of fighting a real Dragon and their survival instincts that screamed for them to get away. They don’t have the talent to fight like those madmen that charged at a dragon and even those ladies following Alina were monsters on their own accord. Still, they stood their grounds looking for a way to participate in this fight.

  "If you have nothing better to do, go man those Ballistas! Those who can run fast should get going and help the injured. Don’t stand there like helpless ducks, MOVE!" Wulfur shouted at the remaining men and they started acting with his loud call. They ran to the nearby wagons and started unloading the weapons that were left behind.

  "Hey, bro. Where are you going?" Wulfur called for Mirren.

  "Hm? She said follow." Mirren pointed at Alina who was leading the others ahead.

  "She said ’Ladies’." Wulfur corrected him.

  "Oh! …… sorry…… I got confused!" Mirren apologetically put on an awkward front. He was still adapting after all.

  "……"

  Wulfur was a bit confused by Mirren but he started guiding the men to mount the ballistas. Meanwhile, Mirren was trying to decide whether to follow the ladies to fight the dragon or do what…… It is kinda hard to feel his situation but he was having one.

  As Wulfur organized the ballista team, he was joined by Mirren and diverted their attention to the battle.

  Away from them, the situation was much more organized than anticipated. Jarl Balgruuf and his men didn’t just run towards the dragon but formed multiple lines and teams. Each line had archers and each team had warriors.

  "We are advancing. No matter what, that dragon can’t go further north." Jarl Balgruuf shouted as he was joined by his protection detail.

  The plan of this plan was not to kill the Dragon but to push it away. If that Dragon decided to attack the city of Whiterun, things will turn into tragedy.

  "My Lord, should we fire?" A guard asked.

  "No. Someone is fighting the dragon closeby. It must be Irileth, this woman. Tell her to retreat at once." Jarl Balgruuf replied.

  "Yes, Jar……"

  As the man was about to go ahead and try to call back whoever is fighting that dragon. Alina interfered.

  "Jarl Balgruuf, your men can’t get close to that area. I will attack the Dragon from here." She said.

  "Hm…… if that’s an option, then let’s go with it."

  Alina took a deep breath and aimed her staff forward with a brilliant cold light shining from it.

  "Give me power."

  ***

  Blinding strokes of cold lights rushed from various angles at the dragon that was breathing his flames at me. As vicious as the flames were, as terrifying as the frost was. They both canceled another in a mysterious manner.

  To have enough skill and quality to extinguish the dragonsfire is a remarkable feat for a mage that even I would find challenging but the clash just now gave off the cold nature of the Magicka that has a distinctive feeling to it.

  Ah! I can recognize this anywhere.

  My dear wifey.

  Part of me can’t help but to ignore this terrible beast ahead of me and just turn around to hug that woman that I love none like in the world, to let her scold and nag me for my misdeeds like she always does but…… I am a terrible husband. Just why did she marry me?

  I turned around to steal a glance and my heart skipped a beat…… or maybe a few. Or maybe…… maybe my heart has just departed from its place racing me to her…… that dirty fucker of heart!

  "YOL TOOR SHUL!"

  Nevermind a Dragon Breath…… oh! A Dragon Breath…… I thought my temperature was rising because of Alina but apparently, I am burning.

  Hmmm…… burning?

  "Help that man!"

  "Hurry, he’s on fire!"

  I wonder why these people are covering me with some cloaks and carrying me away but it seems that something important is happening…… I am not sure what……

  "Healer! Lady, this man is injured."

  Somehow, the image of Alina kept getting closer.

  "He was engulfed by the dragonsfire. Divines! He’s still breathing."

  The men who carried me left me near Alina and ran off after more injured men. Still, I can’t shake off the feeling that I forgot something important.

  "He looks fine." Alina said as she took a glance at me.

  "Hm?"

  "Send him back to the Dragonsfire. He burns well." I’m not sure what she meant but her voice was soothing. Still, when she waved her hand, I was teleported back in the middle of the fray with a voice ringing in my head.

  {Jon, if you hear this, then you must know that unless you deal with that Dragon, you are not eating pussy tonight. I’m confiscating all your girlfriends including that new Elf girl.}

  Hmmm…… something so merciless can only be said by Alina but now that she mentions a Dragon, I remembered what was happening.

  Standing up, I saw a bunch of men going through the fires and the flames in a heated battle to fight a winged over-sized lizard.

  "So, a Dragon for pussy. Sounds fair!" I ran forward ahead of the men and shouted, "Dragon! It’s you and me, I’ll kill you and claim your pussy…… I mean your…… Goddammit! Whatever it is, I am claiming it. Forfeit your Soul!"

  ***

  Never minding how his ancestors were turning in their graves, Jon ran for the Dragon with a just cause fueling his momentum.

  "YOL TOOR SHUL!"

  "Your shout is really losing its effect."

  Jon evaded the Fire Breath relying on some sort of mysterious footwork technique. He moved as if he was unhindered by the land pushing the world instead of being bound by its laws. The Gautfang Footwork was mysterious and accurate allowing Jon to effortlessly shake off a Dragon.

  With a high leap, Jon crossed the boundaries and leaped over the field towards Mirmulnir with his hands not carrying a weapon but through his ring, an unnoticeable dark matter came out and entered his gauntlets, [Ahzidal’s Evil Fists]. The fists transformed into a larger variant known as [Ahzidal’s Titan Hands].

  With those large fist swinging forward, Jon was but a meter away from the Dragon when he added his signature spell to the attack.

  "Super Thunder Cookie!"

  *KABOOM!*

  It was a magnificent clash that stunned both the Dragon and Jon at the same time with the men surrounding the Dragon with their spears in wonder.

  The Dragon was pushed back for the first time by that magnificent fist of the Nord Warrior. It was stunningly incredible. Even Alina was blushing as she understood Jon’s suicidal move of Thunder-Cookieing the Dragon. After all, this was the very same spell Jon used when he met Alina for the first time five years ago when he was turning a Thalmor Justiciar into a bloody goo.

  Jon glanced towards the blushing Alina trying to see her reaction to his move.

  "You guys do love each other in the craziest of ways…… and you call me mad?" Jullanar wondered, "Can we focus on the Dragon now?"

  There was indeed that huge ass problem that Jon and Alina needed to focus on. A Dragon that was actually hurt from an attack just now. Alina interrupted his shout and now Jon punches his face then the two make out a pink atmosphere together in such a situation. Even the Dragon was fed up by letting those two pesky humans have their way.

  "MUL NAH GAAR!" (Strong Fury Unleash)

  Jon heard a shout he didn’t know but all his attention was back on the dragon in less than a second, the Dragon was raging, angry and furious. With that shout, a sudden red shockwave was unleashed from the Dragon’s boundary blasting everyone around away.

  "Bastard!"

  Jon couldn’t withstand the Force and put his oversized gauntlets forward to protect himself. Alina teleported back with whoever close to her and anyone who had the skill to evade this power slipped away. Those who had no power or skill were blasted away, the ones that didn’t die were in a bad shape.

  This angry energy of the Dragon was harmful and could cause physical damage but that wasn’t the purpose of it to begin with, the Dragon was going into a berserk mode.

  "Shit! Fall back! Don’t get hit by him." Jon realized that every action the Dragon took from this point is lethal even for an individual of his own caliber.

  Mirmulnir swung his tail sweeping the land towards Jon and the latter started moving. With the Gautfang Footwork, Jon moved around the Dragon not away from him, if he did move away, those who are injured nearby will get caught in the attack.

  "Don’t let that warrior die! Shoot the Dragon!" Jarl Balgruuf ordered the archers and the warriors to hinder the Dragon right away to ease the heat of Jon.

  Each Archer and Warrior following the Jarl were Aura Masters, reinforcing their arrows with the simplest Strength Aura was enough for the Dragon to feel like the sting of a hundred ants.

  "MOTAG!" (Annoying!) Mirmulnir wanted to let out his rage on something so he switched target from Jon to the Warriors of Whiterun.

  "Not a chance!" Jarl Balgruuf was standing in the way of the dragon with a sword, once the dragon was close enough, he stabbed his sword in the Earth and took a piece of the land up to black the Dragon’s way.

  "Nice!" Jon was in awe of the surprising martial power of Jarl Balgruuf but at the same time, he was attacking Mirmulnir from the side.

  A devastating punch landed on the left side of the Dragon’s head causing it to be enraged more than usual but the dragon didn’t have time to retaliate. Wulfur landed another strong bash from the other side with a massive shield; Alina threw curses instead of normal spells to weaken the Dragon; Jullanar targeted one of Mirmulnir’s eyes with a dagger even though she couldn’t cause damage, the blade was laced with a Neurotoxin that made seeing through this eye painful; Aela was systematically shooting the joints of the Dragon’s wings trying to injure him and create a weakness to rip his wing; Isha was appearing from nowhere and everywhere delivering a nasty sting then running to another location; Miranda and Mirren were assisting all the sides and covering all the shortcomings from all parties.

  This was too systematic…… it was planned…… it was prepared. Mirmulnir couldn’t understand why those powerful individuals appeared in rapid succession and fighting as a single unit. Usually, the Humans don’t have that much expert gathered in one place unless it is an important site but this is just a watchtower in the wilderness of Whiterun.

  Mirmulnir could overwhelm them at first as most of them were still adapting to fight a Dragon for the first time but this is way too strange. They were prepared for him just like those days of the Dragon War.

  It can’t be. It shouldn’t be.

  Alduin was in hiding and none of the other Dragons made contact with a human in the past 26 years. Oracles and Prophecies can’t predict Dragons as the being who were created of Time itself but only the Elder Scrolls can, the thing is, even with Alduin’s prophecy, the Dragons shouldn’t be expected this much.

  "Alduin must learn of this!" This was the thought that came to Mirmulnir’s head but first, he must get rid of those dangerous individuals.

  "TIID KLO UL!" (Time Sand Eternity)

  "Shit!"

  Jon understood the disaster that was about to fall. Mirmulnir just shouted the [Slow Time] shout!

  "Dammit! Retrea……"

  Jon wanted to warn the others but he barely shouted. Following him, none could react to the sudden speed and accuracy the Dragon gained all of a sudden. Mirmulnir’s tail flung Jon away effortlessly. A boulder was tossed at Alina, Wulfur and Isha were crushed under the wing, Jullanar and Aela were rammed by the Dragon’s movements, but lastly it was Miranda who was in danger. Mirmulnir opened his mouth intending to swallow her.

  "Sister!"

  Mirren immediately switched places with Miranda through their inborn talent.

  "No!" She shouted trying to reverse the spell but he resisted.

  The situation was grim!

  Mirmulnir was not giving his all till now and that’s the result of angering a Dragon. Jon was helplessly looking trying to move faster. Teleporting would take time to cast and charge and with his distance, it is faster to run.

  He broke from his place like a loosened arrow to save Mirren but Mirmulnir was insisting on swallowing him. Jon had to go faster, his best bet was the Arcane Tattoo.

  He reinforced the tattoo with the fastest energy, Magicka. His tattoos glowed in blue with the Nordic Tattoos illuminating his arms, neck, head, upper chest and upper back.

  He moved one step.

  Magicka wasn’t enough so he had to switch to Aura. His Madness Aura was the easiest to muster after Magicka and so he added it. His tattoos glowed in vibrant green but it was not enough.

  He moved another two steps.

  With the Basic-grade Aura failing to boost him, Jon switched to the Advanced-grade Tyrannical Aura. It took a second to muster but it gave him an incredible boost. His tattoos glowed in red and his steps were faster.

  He moved another four steps.

  All of that was not enough. There were another ten steps between him and Mirren and less than two seconds so he was forced to use it. It had to come to that after all.

  He didn’t need to activate anything this time…… he only needed to let it out. To make it free.

  Jon’s tattoos turned Black.

  Vivid, Living, Ominous Black.

  The Black that swallows all colors.

  And he was right in front of the dragon opening his maws with his bare hands.

  There was no one to believe this thing but it was true. When Mirmulnir attempted to swallow Mirren, Jon stood forward and opened the dragon’s mouth with his bare hands. Even Mirmulnir felt powerless in front of whatever that was.

  Wulfur jumped and grabbed Mirren away as Jon let go of the dragon’s jaws. It was then when Mirmulnir and Jon met eye to eye.

  Mirmulnir’s Draconic Eyes shimmering with rage and lust for battle while Jon’s eyes were back. Pitch Black with no white as if he was a demon. Even his teeth were darkening.

  Nothing natural about the current Jon. Only Evil was in control as Jon showed a twisted smile that grew wider. Only inhuman monsters were fighting from this moment on.

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