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For Thy Soul 1/14 - Boethiah 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

“Death is an inevitability,” Boethiah boomed. “Now, FIGHT!”

Arya charged first and Sadril jumped out of her way. He summoned the air to breathe and a Shout stormed its way out of his lungs, slamming Snow-Cap against the opposite wall with a cry of pain. Arya growled as she quickly got up, raising her axe to slice it down on Sadril’s spot. The Dunmer realised with a growing sense of power that in Boethiah’s realm there was no need to wait before he Shouted again. He bawled out Elemental Fury and watched Arya’s face quickly turn from angry to terrified as the Dunmer’s lightning-fast strikes got past every defence she tried to make. Raising her axe once more, the Nord charged with all her strength. Goldbrand took her out before she knew it, and the screaming Nord disappeared into nothing.

“So ends my Nord Champion. Admet, I command you to face Sadril Delavel.”

The Redguard headed down the ramp and into the sandy ring, his hand on the hilt of his scimitar. He stood opposite the Dunmer and drew it, planting his feet firmly in the ground, knees ready to spring. Sadril watched him. Admet was now wary of the Mer’s Shouts. He doubted he could take him out the same way he’d defeated Arya.

“Know that you are dust in the eyes of Boethiah. Now, FIGHT!”

Sure enough, as Sadril loosed the Unrelenting Force from his mouth Admet vanished to his right, unaffected by the Dragon magic and bearing down on him quickly. The Dunmer quickly used Disarm and the scimitar flew out of the Redguard’s hand, and before the man could do anything, Sadril had used Drain Vitality and Marked For Death. Staggering back, Admet was encased in Sadril’s Ice Form Shout, and, helpless to fight back, the Reguard managed to scream as Sadril unleashed an almighty Fire Breath. Admet disappeared to find Arya’s soul in the nothingness.

By now Boethiah’s other champions were starting to look shifty and nervous, particularly the frail looking Breton, whom Sadril realised was his next opponent. He had killed a fair number of Bretons in his time but to kill one that looked so convincingly like a kicked puppy was just cruel. Nobody in the arena looked particularly thrilled as they eyed up the Orc. Each was wondering who would be able to match his strength now that Arya had gone. Perhaps each would prefer to die by Sadril’s blade than face him. The Breton kept fiddling with her fingers, a nervous tic that Sadril would soon, sadly get rid of.

“So ends my Redguard Champion. Avril Moranne, I command you to face Sadril Delavel.”

Avril nervously toed down the ramp, flames flickering weakly in her fingers. Flames? Sadril wanted to snort. The poor girl. His skin would break up the fire long before it hurt him.

“Look upon the face of Boethiah and wonder. Now, FIGHT!”

And as Boethiah spoke, Sadril saw a flicker of something curling and writhing behind Avril. When the fighting started, that momentary distraction was enough to give the Breton an edge. Steel entered her weak eyes, and a Silence spell hit him before he could open his mouth. Choked, Sadril coughed and levelled his sword but she was on the offensive, throwing ice spells at him with all her might. His joints seemed to freeze and he tried to summon Ancestor’s Wrath, but every bolt of frozen magic she tossed at him dampened his fire, sticking him into place the way he had with Admet. The writhing distraction loomed behind Avril again, and before she struck, an Icy Spear in her palm, darkness closed over him, and he knew no more.