Authors note: Hey there readers I hope the story is ok so far. To warn you in advance after this chapter or the next the story may jump ahead in time a bit due to reasons… I also think this next chapter will be a two part one again. So yeah enjoy and please review. If any of you read biggest hero I know then did you spot Zofie in it? Comment if you did.

Battlemage

Chapter 13- Transform Part One

The change had been painful. Her skin splitting as her bones contoured into her horrific form with loud snaps. Jet black fur appearing in its place soon after. The pain was terrible, as if she were being torn apart by the very beast she was becoming. Nothing compared to the red hot wire or agony in her head however, as her Nordic face stretching and pulling, changing into something far more horrific. Zofie stood fast as it happened, determined to stay strong, but as it all become too much her vision faded and her mangled body hit the cold stone floor.

She hadn't remembered much, just screaming and fowl insults. She wasn't sure when or even if that had happened but she dreaded to open her eyes. Partially because if it had then she had probably hurt an innocent (which her father given honour would not stand for) and if it hadn't then she must have passed out in the inn once again. Uncle would love that wouldn't he? Her mind retorted. Fearing the worst she opened her reluctant eyes only to see the dark night sky illuminated by its many stars. Well this wasn't what she had expected to see and it certainly was not an unwelcome sight. At least, not for long…

"Well that wasn't too bad of a change" Farkas's head appeared, blocking her view of the stars and his words making her still tender head hurt.

"It wasn't a simple one either brother." Vilkas replied as he appeared beside him looking down at Zofie and shaking his head. "Aela has been tracking you since you left the cave. You caused quite a lot of trouble in your exit due to your… difficult transformation." Zofie could feel her stomach churning at Vilkas's words. It was only then that she realised she also felt… cold no freezing. Lifting up her throbbing head, despite her aching neck's protest she noticed that her clothes had obviously been reluctantly discarded at the start of her transformation. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious she quickly managed to get her pain stricken form to curl up as she replied: "Ermmmm, lads clothes!"

As soon as the word left her mouth a heavy knapsack was thrown at her head by a passing huntress, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere while the brothers simply turned around. A bit of an under reaction in her opinion but then again they were probably used to it, as it was hard to believe that Aela's armour stayed in the intended place all of the time. She had personally never gotten into the idea of fabric armour and was glad to find her new set of steel armour with her skyforge steel mace and her elven blade in the knapsack that was thrown to her.

Once changed she inquired about the damage she had done in their home, to which Vilkas had replied with "well you killed a few chickens and knocked out a fair few guards but no one was killed." It may have not seemed like much to him but assault and damage of the property of others? She could feel her father turning in his grave. Honour had been something he held high and due to his teaching she did too. It meant that she didn't use any spells that revived the dead because it was a sign of disrespect to her father even if she reanimated one of her enemies. The dead should stay dead, was his thesis.

She only realised she was being told to stop when an arrow flew past her head. Startled, the mage searched for the source of the attack while haring Aela simultaneously yell: "Death to the silver hand!" She thought of her parents as soon as she heard the mention of her name and then smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy this.

Smack! Her bloodied mace collided with another silver hand skill, finishing off the poor man who had only just recovered from the fear spell she had cast to be hit in the head twice. Unfortunately so had all of the others in the room and she had stupidly run ahead. Four men stood in front of her, gleaming silver swords in their hands. Only one way to solve this mess the voice in her head instructed burn them. Mana flowing through her veins and into her fingertips plus the rage of battle easily translated into a fireball growing in her hands. They didn't have time to blink as it slammed into them.

Screams of agony filled the cavern as two of the men lit on impact and the smell of burning flesh filled her nose. The other two seemed to have been saved by their armour and their friends. Despite their luck they didn't seem too happy as they charged toward the mage. She unsheathed her blade in preparation. As soon as the first got close enough with his steel longsword she ducked underneath his arm stabbing the weak point in the armour. Turning on her heels as he screamed, she let the momentum carry her mace to the side of his unarmoured face tearing the right cheek to bone with the barbs as she dragged it across.

Blocking the next attack was easy as she bashed the shorter sword of the other man aside with the remaining momentum from her mace swing hitting his arm, then slashing with her sword across the man's chest sadly not doing as much damage. With the first man clutching his face in agony and horror her attention could be focused solely on the second. He was preparing to stab her, big mistake. Zofie simply locked her blade with his as she brought her mace to his side hooking it on the clasp of his iron leg brace and pulling. The man (a wood elf) hit the floor in surprise only to have that same mace make contact with his face four times (until the screaming stopped) his face no longer a face anymore.

She turned back to the first man noticing the others standing in the doorway watching in both shock and in Aela's case intrigue. How long had they been watching? Well if they want a show… placing her blade back in its scabbard she once again drew her mana to her fingers but this time lightning arced from her hands into the first man (a nord) as he howled, ironically, until his flesh singed black silencing him permanently. The battlemage looked up at her companions smirking "I forgot you hadn't witnessed a battlemage in their full glory" she mocked to which there was no response but laughter. "Shall we go on?"

Aela nodded smiling with a look in her eyes that both unnerved and pleased the mage. "Maybe we should send you to the magic school" Vilkas suggested to Farkas slapping him on the back "you might come back as good at fighting as Zofie here." Instead of screams the cavern was filled with laughter, a short moment of calm before the storm.