Chapter 10 Suit Up

Author´s note: Yes, the words he uses are indeed from Elder Scrolls: Skyrim.

Glowing golden chains of pure light shot out of the ground and bound themselves around the treemite´s frame. With a loud screech it tried to fight them, but to no avail as the chains hold firm.

Arashmiel watched the futile struggle for a moment, just to make sure everything went as planned. Then he turned his attention towards the dragon.

Using his [Dimension Hop] abilty he disappeared from his position and reappeared between dragon and the chained treemite. Like in the animes he had watched about battling space monkeys that destroyed entire planets in their battles.

The dragon backed away slightly as he suddenly stood before him, but it´s grievious wounds did not allow to taken even a step back.

"Drem yol Lok. Zu´Ul Arasshmiel, Briinah fin Dovah. Zu`Ul Fahdon. Loosst auss Ahran kriin fin Krid."

Greetings. I am Arashmiel, my sister of dragons. I am a friend. You have great wounds from your brave battle.

He did not even realize that he was not talking in the language of the humans of this world anymore, nor in any language of earth. No, subconsciously he had changed to speaking draconic, with it´s typical hard consonants and hissing sounds.

And just as subconsciously he had realized that the dragon was indeed female, a young girl to be precise. Where he had first only seen a scaled lizard, he was now aware of the fine traits of a young dragoness, just as easily as he could differentiate between a boy and a girl of the human race.

The dragon widend her reptile eyes in surprise, she had not anticipated that someone would interfere in her battle, let alone someone who would speak draconic. For a moment she indeed mistook him for a dragon who took the form of the lower races, but the smell that invaded her nostrils told her that this was not true. He smelled similar to dragons, but still different.

"Mag Cul Nos Poe Dan Nobis, [Heal]"

"Mag Cul Nos Poe Dan Nobis Erit, [Regeneration]"

With two healing spells Arashmiel took care of her wounds. Despite it´s simple name [Heal] was a tier 6 spell, [Regeneration] was even tier 7.

Light embraced the wounded dragoness and most of her wounds disappeared as [Heal] restored her wounded body. The rest of the wounds began to close themselves quickly as [Regeneration] did it´s work. While the instantanous healing of [Heal] was higher than that of [Regeneration] the latter restored more hp with an added healing over time effect.

She inspected her body in confusion. First her limbs, then her tail and then the rest of her body. But no, the pain and the wounds were mostly gone. Finally she raised herself completly from the crouched stance the wounds had forced her into to her full glory. Wings spread afar she unleashed a powerful roar which had one message, she was indeed ready to battle once more. Arashmiel smiled. Dragon or not, she was still a child, healthy, energetic and brash.

His smile vanished as he turned around to the still bound treemite. A wink from him and the [Chains of Light] that had bound the treemite shattered into millions of tiny golden sparks that shortly illuminated the area before vanishing. The now freed treemite screeched it´s freedom into the world. If it understood what whas happening or simply was fed up with him, Arashmiel did not know, but he returned it´s glare, unfazed by all it´s display of size and strength.

"I do not know if you understand me," he began talking, and when the treemite quieted down a bit he knew it had heard him "but I advise you to leave this place immediatly."

Arashmiel jumped backwards to evade the treemite´s club-like arm that descended where he was standing a moment before. A crater and whirled up dirt and dust proof of it´s immense strength and the killing intent behind that strike. `So much for an answer´ He had almost jumped into the dragon behind him, who roared at the treemite, apparently unhappy with how it treated her strange savior. The dragon took a deep breath and just wanted to send torrents of fire against the treemite, but a "Ssaraan!" stopped her. "Ssaraan, Briinah" Arashmiel repeated, and shook his head, beckoning her to not engage the enemy. She had lost once and, even with her mostly restored hp, he was afraid she would loose again. The difference in power was just to great, the treemite was not an enemy she could beat.

His next words confused her even more. "Zu´u fen koss Krif" I will fight. The dragon shook her head violently. She did not want him to fight. For her, he appeared as just one of the many lower races that populated this world. They were vastly inferior to dragons, a fact that was proven many times in the past. Even a young dragon like herself knew the stories of her ancestors that had battled the demon kings of the past and their hordes, because the lower races were no match for them. She was young, but she was still a dragon, and if even a dragon like herself had lost, he had no chance of winning.

Arashmiel smiled as he realized why she did not want him to fight. He placed one of his hands on the side of her head and began to pet her lightly. He could feel warmt and comfort radiating from her scales into his fingers. The touch was calming, it was so incredible familiar.

He was touched that she was apparently worried for him, but there was no reason to be. "Vo´sskribi, Briinah. Pah fen koss Morokei" Worry not, sister. Everything will be alright"

He opened his [Menu], then his [Inventory].

Soft glow wrapped around his entire frame, and after a moment, he was no longer dressed in rags that would put level 1 adventurerers to shame.

The winds played with the fabric of his white cloak and his blue military beret and his black hair swayed lightly in the breeze.

He pushed his cloak, that was slightly obstructed by the shield he was carrying on his back, over his shoulders, so it would not hinder him, and it instantly reformed to a cape. The blue, richly ornamented armor sparkled lightly in the sunshine and the sound of metal on metal and the rattling of chains accompanied each of his sure and confident steps as he appraoched the treemite.

The combat harness he wore over his armor was of blackleather and consisted of a belt around his hips and four diagonal straps. Two were running diagonaly over his breastplate and two over his back and shoulders. All four joined in a lionhead belt buckle on his breastplate. The straps and his belt had multiple smaller bags and pouches for different utensils he might need in combat, like potions, oils and bombs. A sheath for his swords was hanging from his belt.

Two pistols were strapped to his thighs, but he payed them no heed, he would not need them.

The Silvertaurus twinpistols were greenish silver in color, with a triangular gun barrel. Even if they name was twinpistols they worked actually like revolvers, each of them carried 6 shots.

His right hand reached towards his beret and drew it into his face. With a slight blue glow the fabric reformed and hardend around his head and face. A moment later the fabric was gone and Arashmiel could feel the heavy metal of his roman style helmet, a projecting bar covering his nose gave it a Y-shaped opening for eyes and mouth and it´s red helmet plume waved like a red ponytail in the wind. Green vulcanglass covered his eyes down to his nose, so only his mouth was uncovered.

His left hand reached behind his back and grabbed his shield. Instantly the magic bindings that hold it in place gave in. With a quick motion he slid his hand in to straps of the shield.

Lea, the Palm of Protectionwas a purple colored heater shield, which it´s typical flat upper side and slightly pointed lower side. Beside the runes that covered it´s frontside, three purple crystals decorated it, two on the edges of it´s upper side, and one at the end of it´s pointed lower side.

His right hand grasped the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist. It responded with a soft metal ring as it glided out of it´s sheath

Ambra, the Fist of Fury was a golden-blue longsword. The crossguard was shaped like angel wings and in the middle, a glowing sapphire was embed into it. Crossguard and hilt were ornamented with gold. The blade itself was of a rich blue, with a single golden, rune covered line winding around the blade like a snake.

Armed and armored.

Ready and dangerous.