Elisif recognised the word dovah, but didn't understand any of the rest of it. The black dragon's wings sent cold air whipping through her and she was cold and scared and just wanted this to stop now please. She didn't feel like a mighty Dragonborn right now, she wanted to turn and run for Solitude or that Legion camp nearby and not stop until she was safe.
“You do not even understand our tongue, do you?” the dragon growled, sounding almost like it was laughing. “So arrogant, to claim for yourself the name of Dovah.”
It knew. That damn beast knew she was here, knew what she was and sweet Kynareth she was no match for it at all. She was going to die, right here, right now and about the only consolation was that at least she'd see Torygg again...
“No matter,” the dragon growled. “You will not stop this. You are weak, joor. I will leave you to your fate because you are not worth the bother of killing personally. In the mean time... Slen Tiid Vo!”
The dragon mound exploded, stone flying everywhere as a pillar of dark magic soared into the sky. Elisif looked up from the crouch she'd dropped into as another dragon roared in response, and she froze in horror to see a skeletal dragon emerging from the ruined mound.
“Gods above, it's worse than I thought,” she heard Delphine breathe, and Aela wasn't even wasting time on words. She'd already lifted her bow and fired off an arrow, then another.
“Kriiloknah! Krii daar joorre!” the black dragon snarled and wheeled off. Fire was burning all along the skeletal dragon and Elisif realised in horror that its very flesh was reforming.
“Talos take you!” she heard Delphine shout, firing off a few shots herself and Elisif reached for her bow, heart in her mouth. She'd fought a dragon before and not died. How hard could it be?
Harder than she'd imagined, it turned out. Her arrows went wide, even Aela's weren't sinking in that deep, and then the thing took off, howling its rage out. Elisif shrieked as she dodged a jet of fire. Last time she'd had a housecarl, four Companions and the Whiterun guard. This time it was one Companion, one Breton warrior and her. Just her.
Kriiloknah soared round again, dodging all the arrows sent its way, sending a jet of fire in Delphine's direction, and then it landed, staring straight at her. Elisif stared back, feeling the blood drain from her face, knowing she'd get one shot in maximum before it struck and that this was a terrible idea, she should have stayed in Solitude, taken Falk up on his elite dragon squad idea where others killed them and she just took the soul. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
“For the glory of the Empire!” Arrows flew at the dragon and it turned its attention to this new threat. Elisif could have wept to see a whole troop of Legion soldiers rush in from what must be the Pale's Legion camp, firing arrows and surrounding the dragon, trying to get blows in. The dragon was having none of it – it might be bleeding but that didn't stop it picking one man up in its mouth, chewing him up and flinging the corpse away, before turning its fire breath on a small knot of soldiers.
Something in Elisif snapped, some fury at the thing treating innocent human beings like that, innocent human beings who were fighting for her when all was said and done. She reached for her greatsword.
“WULD!” She covered the distance between her and the dragon easily and carved a line deep into its flesh, marvelling at how easily the scales seemed to part for her. I will kill you, dragon, you will hurt no more of my people and if you kill me, so what? I just get to go to Sovngarde and see Torygg again, so you do NOT frighten me! Screaming, she carved into it, not a lot of finesse involved but when you had an enchanted greatsword at your disposal, you didn't really need it. She wasn't really aware of anything else, just blood and noise and the rest of the world fading away and then fire, why was there fire?
Aela had grabbed her shoulders, hauling her back, hauling her away from the thing's burning corpse.
“You did it, you did it, well done, it's dead, you can stop now, you can stop!”
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“You do not even understand our tongue, do you?” the dragon growled, sounding almost like it was laughing. “So arrogant, to claim for yourself the name of Dovah.”
It knew. That damn beast knew she was here, knew what she was and sweet Kynareth she was no match for it at all. She was going to die, right here, right now and about the only consolation was that at least she'd see Torygg again...
“No matter,” the dragon growled. “You will not stop this. You are weak, joor. I will leave you to your fate because you are not worth the bother of killing personally. In the mean time... Slen Tiid Vo!”
The dragon mound exploded, stone flying everywhere as a pillar of dark magic soared into the sky. Elisif looked up from the crouch she'd dropped into as another dragon roared in response, and she froze in horror to see a skeletal dragon emerging from the ruined mound.
“Gods above, it's worse than I thought,” she heard Delphine breathe, and Aela wasn't even wasting time on words. She'd already lifted her bow and fired off an arrow, then another.
“Kriiloknah! Krii daar joorre!” the black dragon snarled and wheeled off. Fire was burning all along the skeletal dragon and Elisif realised in horror that its very flesh was reforming.
“Talos take you!” she heard Delphine shout, firing off a few shots herself and Elisif reached for her bow, heart in her mouth. She'd fought a dragon before and not died. How hard could it be?
Harder than she'd imagined, it turned out. Her arrows went wide, even Aela's weren't sinking in that deep, and then the thing took off, howling its rage out. Elisif shrieked as she dodged a jet of fire. Last time she'd had a housecarl, four Companions and the Whiterun guard. This time it was one Companion, one Breton warrior and her. Just her.
Kriiloknah soared round again, dodging all the arrows sent its way, sending a jet of fire in Delphine's direction, and then it landed, staring straight at her. Elisif stared back, feeling the blood drain from her face, knowing she'd get one shot in maximum before it struck and that this was a terrible idea, she should have stayed in Solitude, taken Falk up on his elite dragon squad idea where others killed them and she just took the soul. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
“For the glory of the Empire!” Arrows flew at the dragon and it turned its attention to this new threat. Elisif could have wept to see a whole troop of Legion soldiers rush in from what must be the Pale's Legion camp, firing arrows and surrounding the dragon, trying to get blows in. The dragon was having none of it – it might be bleeding but that didn't stop it picking one man up in its mouth, chewing him up and flinging the corpse away, before turning its fire breath on a small knot of soldiers.
Something in Elisif snapped, some fury at the thing treating innocent human beings like that, innocent human beings who were fighting for her when all was said and done. She reached for her greatsword.
“WULD!” She covered the distance between her and the dragon easily and carved a line deep into its flesh, marvelling at how easily the scales seemed to part for her. I will kill you, dragon, you will hurt no more of my people and if you kill me, so what? I just get to go to Sovngarde and see Torygg again, so you do NOT frighten me! Screaming, she carved into it, not a lot of finesse involved but when you had an enchanted greatsword at your disposal, you didn't really need it. She wasn't really aware of anything else, just blood and noise and the rest of the world fading away and then fire, why was there fire?
Aela had grabbed her shoulders, hauling her back, hauling her away from the thing's burning corpse.
“You did it, you did it, well done, it's dead, you can stop now, you can stop!”