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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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Re: Fire and Potions - 101/?

[(Anonymous)]

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The mer within Blackreach fell to their knees, desperately trying to cover their ears against the painful roar.

With his arms shaking and his head thrown back, Therion's cry finally transformed into heavy, ragged breaths. Planting one foot violently on the ground, the dragon souls he was absorbing froze in mid-air. The brilliant, white wind hung suspended around him in an aura, quietly chanting words in the dragon tongue, tossing his gold hair in its wake.

His amber eyes glowed with an ethereal light as he stalked across the platform, with molten cracks forming in the stonework beneath each step.

Therion and Radac's eyes met and the Ascendant fell back several steps in awe. The Dragonborn's gaze was as feral as his thoughts, reduced to torrential rage and torment.

Thalmor soldiers sprang to their feet, bravely regrouping and forming a defensive line. Swords drawn, they rushed Therion.

The Dragonborn stared through them with cold indifference.

"FUSK!" The word for throw left his lips as the vague idea formed in his mind.

The pillar lying atop Talamagne launched forward, slamming into the soldiers and crushing them with a terrible crunch, leaving Therion's path to Radac clear. Through it all, his gaze never faltered from Radac's bewildered eyes.

Shred.

"TROF!"

Radac staggered back as deep claw-shaped marks ripped across his chest. Therion's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the immortal's body quickly heal, leaving no trace of the wounds.

Tear. "LUV!"

Rip. "VAAZ!"

Shred. "TROF!"

Long marks raked across Radac's red robes in jagged, criss-crossing patterns. Staggering back under the barrage, he looked at Therion warily, uncertain if he wanted to engage him.

The Thalmor leader ordered his remaining mages to open a portal as he raised his hands, slamming a bright ward down on Therion. Using all of his might, he was relieved to see Therion's knee finally begin to bend under the crushing attack, causing Therion to pause in his steps, before forcing him to break his wild gaze away from Radac.

Enraged, the Dragonborn snapped his head back to glare at the barrier.

SHATTER, DESTROY. The vague thoughts were wild and senseless.

"KREN AL!" he bellowed into the air.

Eyes wide, Radac watched his gold ward fracture, before shattering into small bursts of light sent hurdling toward him, forcing him to clutch his head as his magic backfired. He only just barely managed to catch sight of Therion between his fingers, as the Dragonborn shrugged off the barrier with a bestial snarl, before advancing toward him once more.

His portal to Alinor nearly open, Radac retreated to stand safely beside it and behind the dark robed Mor Mallari.

The mages stepped forward, channeling spells of fire, ice, and lightning in unison.

Therion didn’t flinch, his predatory expression ever fixated on Radac as he vanished beneath the barrage of spells. After the mages had thoroughly burnt, shocked, and frozen Therion’s last known location, they cautiously lowered their hands, watching intently as the smoke cleared.

After a tense moment, they drew in a breath as a white aura emerged. Therion appeared unharmed, chanting, "UNVIIG."

They hastily resumed their spellcasting, but every one of was deflected effortlessly as the ominous figure drew ever closer.

"What in Oblivion..." one mage whispered, a shiver racing across their spine as they met Therion's terrifying gaze. The Dragonborn looked through them as though they were made of glass, barely noticing their presence.

Die.

"DIR."