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Reljir and The Huntress 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

Time slowed for Reljir as he felt a painful but familiar tingling run along his arm. Tendons stretched, bones rearranged themselves as a hilt appeared fused to his hand followed by a glowing blade. He had spent years learning to summon his “spirit blade“ the Shehai to aid him in battle.

Reljir felt the blades power surge through him. It never changed the feeling of oneness with the blade which became an extension of his arm. The shehai flashed, as he used it to pry up some of the tough dragon scales, near the base of its horns. He was unaware of the shocked silence as those fighting with him came to sudden halt. Archers lowered their bows to gape at him. The melee fighters lowered their weapons unsure what type of strange magic they were witnessing.

Of everyone there Skjor alone, well along with Irileth had experienced something like this before. During the war they had witnessed the elves using bound swords. By the time they recalled they were fighting a dragon it had ended.

Reljir swung his shehai in a graceful arch, before impaling it into the soft tissue exposed behind the horns. The dragons head plummeted; and the Ansei saw the ground quickly coming up to meet him. The dragon shuddered and let out a mournful “Dovakiin? No!”.

Reljir as welder of a spirit sword could sense the moment the life force detached in a strong opponent. Pulling the shehai free, he let out a jubilant roar of his own. It was over they had won.

He felt the dragon changing under his feet. He quickly jumped to the ground landing quite close to the female dark elf. Positively beaming she gave him a quick nod, before directing one of her men to “Make sure that overgrown lizard is dead”. She quickly changed that order when the dragon began to crackle “Everyone move away from it!”.

Reljir was no longer listening. That other dominate spirit within him was stirring with a vengeance. He watched mesmerized as the dragon began to glow and burn from within, sending fire and ash into the air. The dragons mass was burning away, exposing its skeleton covered in pulsing streams of energy, which emerged to fill his line of vision before moving closer to wrap around him.

That other dominate spirit reached for the strange energy, embracing it. It was like being immersed in healing magic, but oddly different. Reljir felt disoriented. Everyone was staring at him with a wide range of emotions from amazement to fear. It was still and quiet until one of the guards spoke up “I don’t believe it you’re dragonborn”.