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Re: Fire and Potions - 96/?

[(Anonymous)]

Radac’s gaze snapped upward as intense flashes of light filled the dark cavern overhead. All around the platform, the empty air above them was becoming dotted with levitating figures. Looking up, Ondolemar stared in awe at the sight of countless members of the Psijic Order, their gold hooded robes reflecting the rich magicka clutched in their hands.

Cracking his knuckles, Radac scowled before throwing another spell against the shield, forcing the Psijic to slide back several feet. Sweat dripped from his chin as he fell to one knee beside Quaranir. Radac tilted his head to the side, a smile on his face as he opened his hand once more, and the Psijic closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable.

Tackling him from behind, Ondolemar sent the attack wild, pinning the Ascendent to the ground. Chaos unfolded as the Thalmor and the Psijic Order clashed, hurling spells in all directions, sending flames raining down all around them with fiery explosions. Swords began to clash as, one by one, they no longer had enough magicka to continue the assault with magic.

Radac snarled, trying to escape from beneath the former Head Justicar.

"Thrynn," Radac hissed, turning his eyes up to meet Therion's. “Slit their throats.”

Ondolemar’s gaze snapped to Therion’s, but he turned away.

Kicking a fallen soldier’s sword up into his hand, Therion sliced himself free.

“I’m sorry, cousin,” he said looking down at Ondolemar, amber eyes filled with tortured pain.

Drawing in a deep breath, Therion summoned his thu’um.

Ondolemar held the Ascendant up as a shield just in time, blocking the thunderous roar of RII VAAZ ZOL!

Radac slackened under the shout, apparently stunned. Leaving the Ascendant with Quaranir’s savior, he picked up his sword and sprang forward as Therion did the same, weapons ringing as they locked into combat.


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Craning his neck, Farengar watched Ondolemar take off toward Quaranir, his eyes widening as the monk fell. Farengar sprinted in a mad dash for the Dwemer artifact, watching as color began to bleed over grey hue, signaling that time was returning to normal.

Shoving a Thalmor Mage out of his way, he interrupted the channeling of their barrier and shot a blazing gout of flame from his hand at the what remained of the ward protecting the crystal. The spell fizzled, falling apart like glass shattering against a wall in slow motion. Thrusting his arm through the fragments of magicka, he pushed at the collapsing field, his fingers just barely out of reach of the luminous crystal floating within.

With a disorienting flash, time crashed back into the world, the bright colors and sounds assaulting his senses from all sides as a tight fist suddenly grabbed onto his arm, hauling him back before he could grasp the crystal.

Farengar had been attacked from behind numerous times. Reading books had placed a target on him as a child. As an adult, his wizard’s robes had done the same.

Twisting his stance, Farengar forced his assailant into an awkward position, throwing up his arm and kicking the elf’s legs out from under him. Sensing someone behind him, he swung hard, and he felt his fist rewarded with a satisfying crack of an elven cheekbone. Just as the blow landed, the elf he had struck loosed a lightning bolt, sending sparks crackling across the skin of his arm as his fist connected. Clutching their face, the Thalmor mage staggered back in surprise, blood pouring from between their hands.

Ducking a sharp spike from an ice spell, Farengar barreled down on another mage, slamming into her as he cast a paralyze spell.

With three of the Thalmor mages temporarily dealt with, he turned toward the remaining three standing behind the crystal. The tallest elf of the group was quicker than the rest, preemptively stepping away the moment he saw Farengar and, after casting a stoneflesh spell, he held up a ward spell in front of him. He only barely managed to withstand the deadly blaze of fire Farengar unleashed, felling his remaining comrades.

Farengar glared up at the tall, lanky elf.

The flames in his hands flickered out as Thalmor soldiers grabbed him by the arms, holding him against a stone pillar.