Hey people, again sorry for the lateness, I'll try to update more frequently now that exams are over. Please enjoy this chapter.
Keyzer POV
"Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit," Keyzer growled out loud, not speaking to anyone but just venting out his anger. It had been over a day now and he was still pissed at the larger Tsaesci, he hated it when people pushed him around just because he was weaker than them, it was like being in Akavir all over again, the bigger people getting their way and beating him down every time he tried to do anything himself.
Too wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice the four fur clothed people confront him until the first one shouted at him, "The forsworn will reclaim what is rightfully ours!"
He wanted to tell them that just because he was Tsaesci like the current lands leader he had nothing to do with their problems, but it wasn't like these savages could be reasoned with anyway though, so Keyzer desperately tried to move out of the way of the sword.
Succeeding the Tsaesci used all the strength he could in his tail to sweep the mans feet from beneath him, using the opportunity to his advantage he brought his fist down on the Bretons face, any normal Tsaesci would've done some serious damage, possibly causing death, but instead Keyzer settled for being a little stronger than the average human as he watched his nose crack under the force.
He would've smirked but was taken off guard by a different forsworn before he had the chance, kicking him off and disorientating him with a shield bash to the face. Falling to the floor the Tsaesci tried to recover by grabbing a handful of dirt and tossing it in his aggressors face, and although it distracted her he was already surrounded by the others, including a bloodied faced Breton who did not look pleased.
Unlike others of his kind Keyzer was neither quick nor a good fighter, so despite trying to stay on the defensive he was quickly overwhelmed and knocked to the floor once again with a hard pommel strike to his throat.
Finally giving up, knowing he was nothing special Keyzer closed his eyes, awaiting his death. After a few seconds though when it didn't come he looked up to see a familiar black robed man electrocuting the male Breton into ashes merely inches away from his face.
"We meet again, I was wondering when he'd finally let you out," the Corrector muttered as he stabbed through the closest forsworn and sent the other two running as they knew they were outmatched at how easily the Thalmor had dispatched half of them, "I was under the impression that all your people knew how to fight properly."
The Tsaesci hissed at him in annoyance replying. "You're right, I was never any good at that though, I was always 'too small' or 'too slow' or 'too everything'. Anyway, I guess I should thank you for saving me twice now."
"You should," the Altmer sighed. "And you should also apologise for fucking my plan up. I was going to tail you undercover to the Summerset Isles to make sure you actually get there, but after one day you almost get yourself killed. I know how militaristic your people are, why would they even let you live?"
Keyzer wasn't sure how pissed off to be, he had immediately taken a dislike to Resh seeing as the man had everything he didn't, size, strength, power, and also looked down on him; this Altmer was just asking a question, even if it did jab at him.
Scowling he decided to just tell him everything. "The only reason I wasn't killed for my weaknesses, or at the very least sent on some impossible errand, is because of my ability to use long range magical communication."
The Thalmor was confused at that. "If you can do that then why couldn't you fight off those forsworn properly? very few people can use that kind of magic and it's immensely difficult to learn and harness."
"I have no idea, for some reason it's the only thing I can do properly," he growled, remembering his life back at Akavir. "You don't know how shit it is to know there is only one reason people even tolerate you, to live in world built entirely around success and achievement and to have nothing but one small thing. I'm lucky really, by our standards it shouldn't have been enough to give them a reason to spare me."
For a moment the Corrector looked guilty, but he quickly collected himself. "No… I don't. It could be worse though, is this not better than death?"
"Obviously death is worse, but not by much. First I have my own people who hate me send me away for my 'one use', and then as soon as I get here I'm greeted with what? being locked away only to have someone use me again for my single ability," he ground out coldly. "And now you're here too. Sure you may have saved my life, and Resh's life, and every-fucking-ones life, but you don't fool me, you want to use me for my power too."
"Just beca-"
"No, shut the fuck up and listen! I'm sure you're a fan-fucking-tastic person who saves everyone you can, but that doesn't change anything I just said. And do you want to know the worst bit? my ability isn't even that special, sure it's rare, but all it does is save a few months waiting, or better yet the important people wasting their time coming here! No one cares about Keyzer!" he hissed, glaring up at the Altmer.
"Obviously I can see this matters a lot. So why do you even want to go back there? where everyone hates you, looks down on you, and thinks they're better than you. You may not be the best fighter even in Tamriel, but at least you're far above most when it comes to one on one, if you stay here you could no longer be insignificant, you're one of the only Tsaesci," the Arch-Corrector argued, trying to raise his spirits, despite Keyzers abrasive personality the Altmer always prided himself on trying to please people.
"You raise a very good point…" Keyzer said slowly, thinking about it more, finally something of a smile formed on his face, the first time he'd actually been happy in a while.
"Anyway, as I'm no longer doing this discretely you should just pick me up and run there so it takes a few days instead of weeks of walking," the Thalmor suggested, knowing it had been something Resh had done to travel vast distances with others.
"I told you, I'm the weakest Tsaesci, if you think I can run that fast for more than a few seconds let alone carry you too you're deluded," Keyzer said, although this time despite saying something negative he seemed more upbeat, as if he had worked something out in his head.
Frowning in mild irritation the Corrector replied. "Oh well, I guess we can just walk. Besides, you're an interesting guy so we can talk more, I bet the Thalmor back home will have a lot to hear from you."
Keyzer paused for a moment before looking at the Altmer. "Yeah I guess they will. Do you think they'll want to talk to my people right away?"
"I wouldn't say 'right away', but that is something that's going to happen eventually, after all we need a few official ties between our peoples, maybe even have a few of yours come over for a while, that sort of thing," he explained, trying to sound upbeat about it even though the Tsaesci clearly didn't like his own.
"I have a better idea," the Tsaesci quietly murmured to himself.
With his Elven hearing the Corrector heard him, but couldn't make out exactly what he had said. "What was that?"
"Look at this," Keyzer quickly said, gesturing over to the Thalmor so he could see what he was doing.
The Tsaesci's hands started to glow with some kind of magic as the Altmer watched, perhaps the Tsaesci wanted to reach his people now and get it over with?
All of a sudden while his guard was down Keyzer snapped his hands up into the Correctors unsuspecting face, scorching it as much as he could before the better fighter could dispatch him in a fair fight.
"I don't ever want to see another Tsaesci again!" Keyzer shouted over the Altmers cry of pain, "There is no way I'm helping you bring any more over here, you already said I'm one of the best here! I'm not giving that up, not for you, regardless of what you did!"
Despite the severe burning of a surprise attack like that the magical flame conjured was still an extremely weak one, so the Altmer was able to recover, although partially blinded and in an intense pain.
Not able to see where Keyzer was he thrashed out, trying to strike at him to keep him away, but that did little to keep the unseen hand of the Tsaesci grasp hold of the sword he had yet to use to defend himself.
Pulling it out of his sheath, the Tsaesci took a few clumsy and unskilled motions swings, and hacked into the blinded and unarmed Elf's chest, before throwing him into the mud and leaving him for dead.
I bet that's the first time you've ever been upset at the fate of a Thalmor Agent… if not I guess I'll just have to try to make him more liked, even so, I liked him, so this chapter did that to me :P
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