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The dragons in the sky answered Durnehviir's call with their own and the world exploded into noise.

"A true battle, as requested." I told my newest companion. Hopefully a companion that would stick by my side for a long time. Not only was he an amazing combatant, but he had a vast knowledge of magick.

Durnehviir didn't bother answering, instead he lowered his head so that I could climb on top of him and we could take to the air. I did as he requested and tethered myself to his undead frame with magick.

As I did, my hand dipped into a pouch on my hip, and I pulled out a blood potion. I downed it quickly and put it back in my pouch. Immediately I felt my reserves rise again, along with my energy levels.

And then we were rising into the sky. As far as I was concerned the battle had started, and it was time to hunt.

As we got high in the sky, I took a brief moment to look around to appreciate the beauty of Skyrim from dragonsback. It was astounding. Although, oddly enough, I still preferred the Great Porch's view.

Our first challenger made itself known quickly. A golden dragon, without a rider, launched a ball of fire towards us, before turning its body towards us in the air. Had I not been enhanced, and capable of extremely fast thought, I would have found that there wasn't a lot of time to think in mid-air combat.

When the fireball reached us, I cast a simple shield to block the blow and send it away from us.

And then the golden dragon was on top of us about to collide with my mount in mid-air. Durnehviir welcomed the challenge and met the dragon full speed.

I knew the impact would be grand, so I jumped while holding on to Durnehviir with my magick so that I wouldn't get too far from their battle.

My plan worked perfectly.

When their bodies met in the air, they stopped moving, but I kept my momentum. I used my magick like a rope, and swung towards the back of the golden dragon. I thought I looked like a proper hero when I drove my sword between its wings. Truthfully, it didn't matter.

Durnehviir quickly proved himself superior to the golden dragon, and his jaws latched on to the neck of the golden dragon. With a mighty tear, he ripped the throat out. I realized that my stab would do nothing to the dragon with a wound on its neck like that. It would be dead, and I didn't even have to do anything.

In less than two seconds since the golden dragon had dared to meet Durnehviir in the air, it had been defeated swiftly. And Durnehviir hardly had a scratch on him.

I made sure to swing myself around to Durnehviir's back. As soon as I was clear, my mount through his opponent to the ground. The golden dragon struggled to beat its wings for a moment, but it was futile. Its wound was leaking massive amounts of blood and it impacted the ground beneath us.

Right where the two armies were about to meet. I couldn't see it, but I smiled knowing the psychological impact it would have on the opposition.

At the sight of the blood, I was given an idea. What would happen if a vampire lord drank dragon's blood?

My smile was wiped away quickly, when an arrow passed through the space my head used to occupy. I could see the pristine designs on the arrow, and immediately I knew who had shot it. I looked to the owner of the arrow to see Garan standing on the back of his dragon, loading another arrow into Auriel's Bow.

The man had skill, of that there was no doubt. To fire from the back of a moving dragon, and have such precision was ...legendary. It was a shame we were on opposite sides of the war. It was a shame he ever considered touching Ariella.

I looked into Garan's eyes and brought my sword to my lips. I couldn't help but taste the blood on the blade.

Human's blood is warm, but not too warm. Serana's blood was actually cold, being a vampire.

But a dragon's blood was like liquid fire. Although it's hard to describe it as that because it didn't harm me in the slightest. It was almost too much flavor on my tongue. When I swallowed it, I couldn't concentrate on the burn of my throat. All I knew was that the world exploded.

All of my enhanced senses went a notch higher, including my perception. It was a massive burst of energy, compared to the blood potion.

And my magicka… absolutely demanded to be used. So I used it. A massive shard of ice formed in front of my hand, as quickly as I had ever formed it. I launched it towards Garan.

With my enhanced eyesight, I saw his eyes widen at the shard of ice. The dragon he rode on sent a fireball towards the ice shard, hoping to melt it down before it could reach them, but it was to no avail.

The shard would have pierced through the dragon's hide had it not been for its rider. Garan slapped it with his own magicka, sending it off course. He was smart that he hadn't just tried to stop it, it would have cost him much more magicka.

I grinned, and my mount dove towards another target.

It took me a moment to realize why he did. Miraak was diving towards a few ballista in the back lines of my army. Apparently, he realized our advantage there and wanted to change that.

"Fus Roh Dah!"

I raised a shield around us instinctively, and it was a good thing I did. Ulfric saw us moving to intercept Miraak, and wasn't going to allow it.

I turned to see him on the back of a black and purple scaled dragon. It had thick curved horns on its head. A legendary dragon, although I didn't recognize it from the games. And they were flying parallel to us.

"We're too outnumbered." I realized.

The flash of lightning filled the air, and I reminded myself to allow Ariella to protect her magicians. I was a dragon hunter for this battle. All I needed to do was thin the dragons numbers and not allow them to dominate the battle.

"Let us change that, mortal." Durnehviir rumbled to me, as he ignored Ulfric and turned around in the sky before diving almost straight down.

Ulfric did not pursue us, but him and his dragon did circle around and follow us. He probably didn't want to fall into some trap that we were laying for him. That would be false, as I had no idea what Durnehviir was up to.

Durnehviir leveled us out about thirty feet about the fighting below us. That was when I realized his target was the pile of dragon bones in the middle of my army.

In the middle of my battles in the sky, my army had already gained the middle ground, and was advancing. They had taken about fifty feet so far. An accomplishment, in that short amount of time.

Durnehviir pulled up when we reached the bones of the dragon he killed. Its soul had already been absorbed by one of the dragonborn in the sky, although I didn't see who it was.

"Diil Tiid Vo!"

Some of the shout sounded familiar to me. I wondered if I could pry what the words meant from Durnehviir later.

All I knew was that it was not the shout that Alduin used to resurrect dragons. Because this dragon did not come back to life. All that happened was that the bones came together as they were supposed to, and patches of flesh covered those bones. Even the membrane of the wings were patchy.

It was an undead dragon. I was both horrified at the sight, and interested.

My men around the beast backed up slowly from it. I knew there would have to be explanations in the future for what my men were seeing. I would need to make a speech about it.

Luckily, the undead dragon did not attack my men. It flapped its wings, and somehow began flying. I didn't know how it was possible with the holes in its wings, but it managed to fly just as naturally as Durnehviir was below me.

With his shout completed Durnehviir took off, with the undead dragon right on his tail. I wondered if he was having to control the dragon all the time or if it was autonomous. I didn't have time to ask.

We were headed towards one of the dragons without a rider on it, as it was the closest to us now.

I kept my head on a swivel, waiting for Ulfric, Miraak, or Garan to pop up and attack us in the air.

It was Ulfric that I found again.

I blocked the ball of fire his mount threw towards us as they passed perpendicular to us. They didn't have enough time to turn around and help their comrade.

The dragon we impacted with, never saw us coming. Durnehviir claimed his second kill just as quickly as his first. He knew where it was most effective to strike, and he struck faster and harder than any other dragon I had seen.

We were so close to the ground on this kill, that Durnehviir used the dead dragon in his claws as a cushion when we hit the ground. He stood on top of the dragon as Ulfric made another pass at us.

He met Ulfric's fireball with a frost shout of his own. The two shouts collided in mid-air and fizzled out. Although I could tell that Ulfric's shout was a tad bit stronger than Durnehviir's was.

Ulfric did not command his mount to dive farther and meet Durnehviir with their bodies however. It seemed like Ulfric had come to the conclusion that Durnehviir was possibly the strongest dragon on the battlefield. And it was showing.

I heard a massive crash off towards where the ballista were and looked in their direction. The third riderless dragon laid on the ground with more than ten ballista bolts sticking out of its scales. There were more holes than that in its wings.

Durnehviir roared a triumphant roar to the sky, as he stood on top of his second kill. He was boasting, there was no other way to describe it.

And he paid for it.

I would never have expected a single arrow to be capable of piercing a dragon's hide. No matter what it was made out of.

Never would I have expected it to go straight through dragonscale, pierce the skull, and exit the bottom of the jaw. It was some of the strongest and most dense dragonbone on the body. But it did, and Durnehviir fell to the ground like a puppet with his strings cut.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed on top of his back as he too hit the ground. It wasn't because I thought he was dead. Durnehviir couldn't truly die, he would just reform in the Soul Cairn.

One might wonder why I wouldn't just summon him again, if I had the magicka. Well that would be because Durnehviir could reform in two minutes, or he could reform in a week according to him. He hadn't been defeated enough times to get a definite answer on how long it took him. All he knew was that it was based on the amount of injuries he sustained. I had no idea how long reforming a brain would take.

We were on our own for the fight.

Three dragons were killed, but three still roamed the skies. Arguably the most deadly of the three.

I looked to see if the undead dragon was still flying around above us. It wasn't. The magick holding it together disappeared with Durnehviir.

Durnehviir turned to dust beneath my feet. There was no 'burning' like a normal dragon. He just turned to dust and faded away. I landed on the dead body of the second dragon and quickly jumped down off of it. It was dying like a true dragon and turning into a rainbow of lights. The lights flew into Ulfric, who flew with a smug look in the skies.

I turned to find Garan, the person I knew shot the arrow that killed Durnehviir. He was perched on top of his dragon, about four hundred yards away. The dragon stood on a jagged piece of rock in the battlefield that rose about twenty feet into the air.

He was smiling in my direction, pleased with himself.

I wasn't allowed the time to frown at him. Garan's head snapped to the air above him. I could feel the massive amount of magick use from where I stood.

A black hole in the sky appeared right above him, and an absolute behemoth fell out of the hole.

Garan ducked, as a blade passed where his head should have been, and then he jumped off of the dragon and away from what was about to happen.

Vex had arrived, and she brought a Daedric Titan with her. Because that was all that the monster that was ravaging Garan's dragon could be. Dragons did not do well on the ground, that was why they had wings and shouts to do damage from afar.

Apparently Daedric Titans were made for the ground. In fact, the Titan used its wings as nothing more than impaling mechanisms. Let's just say that what it did to the dragon was ...brutal. It ripped it apart.

Two roars sounded out from the only two dragons left on the field, and I looked to see Ulfric and Miraak heading towards Vex.

"Shit." I muttered to myself.

Four hundred yards was a long way, but as a vampire lord, I was fast. The only problem was that it was deep into Stormcloak territory. So I started running.

Vex was powerful, as was the Titan, but two dragons, two dragonborn, and parts of the Stormcloak army were turning towards her. That would be a lot to handle for anyone. Not to mention I didn't know where Garan had disappeared to.

The first one hundred yards went by quickly. But by the time I hit the Stormcloak army at two hundred yards, Ulfiric and Miraak were already there.

I couldn't waste time killing every man along the way, so I jumped over the front lines and brought my magick to bear, casting the most intense Fear I could. The Stormcloak soldiers, nord men just like me, looked at me in the sky with terror in their eyes.

As I was in the sky, I saw my army part and a single person plunge into the Stormcloak soldiers. It was Ralof dressed in his ebony wolf armor, although it was dripping in blood. He had been on the ground the entire time, leading the army and decimating the Stormcloak. But apparently he had seen exactly what I had, and that was an opportunity to get Ulfric and Miraak on the ground so that we could fight them.

I landed, and drew my sword in the same motion. The Stormcloak army parted for me as I took off towards where the Daedric Titan squared off against two dragons. Ralof was right behind me.

A few men were brave enough to step in our path, but they fell to my blade quickly. During the run I managed to keep up with the fight ahead.

Miraak was the only one on the back of his dragon. Ulfric was somewhere on the ground that I could not see, as it was higher in the air than my current position. I only imagined that he was facing off against Vex.

The two dragons were in the sky, hovering above the Daedric Titan, just out of reach from it, bathing it in fire. I was sure that the titan was going to fall, without taking down either of the dragons.

As Ralof and I reached the cliff of the raised piece of land, the ground shook. I saw the Titan rise into the air slightly, close to Ulfric's dragon, and its wing lashed out to pierce the dragon in the side.

I jumped, and climbed the cliff face quickly, trying to reach the top. When I looked for a foothold, I noticed that Ralof hadn't followed me up the cliff face. I trusted him to reach the fighting in time, so I kept climbing.

When I climbed up, it was not a good sight.

Vex had an arrow in her left shoulder, and was currently dancing between the blades of Ulfric and Garan. I briefly wondered why she hadn't just fled the fight.

The Daedric titan was a broken shell of what had fallen out of Oblivion. It's left wing and arm was missing, spewing purple blood on the ground beneath it. Although at its feet laid Ulfric's dead dragon.

I wasted no time in drawing my blade again, and pushing forward.

I felt Miraak send his magicka to his throat to enhance his shout. "Fus Roh Dah!" Miraak shouted.

The Titan buckled under the unrelenting force, and hit the ground. A loud 'snap' rang out, signifying something major had just broken.

I couldn't focus on that however, because my foot was outstretched, and impacting the shield of Ulfric just as I parried a slash from Garan.

I managed to shove Ulfric back a couple of feet to buy myself some time. The next few moves were made so fast that one had to be enhanced to survive it.

Garan's blade sliced through the air multiple times in a row. Parry, dodge, dodge, attack. He was very skilled, exploiting every turn of my body, and every out of position limb. It was a miracle that I managed to survive the onslaught of strikes.

I moved forward into his guard, once he gave me the chance, confident that I had the advantage there. Instead, the Blade of Woe appeared in his left hand, and I was forced to lock arms with him, or be skewered.

There was a brief pause as we looked into each other's eyes. It was a promise to each other, one of us would die today.

I kicked his leg out from underneath him, and gained distance.

Only to duck a swipe from Ulfric. Ulfric's shield lashed out to hit me, but with my momentum I was able to roll my back along the shield and continue to gain distance.

When I came out of the roll, Garan's sword was a foot from my chest and closing the distance. I would have died had it not been for Vex's intervention. Her nightingale blade parried Garan's, and she lowered her shoulder before driving it in Garan's chest, sending him away.

I was not allowed any time to breathe. But this time it was from a green tentacle. I turned to the side slightly, and allowed it to sink into the ground beneath me.

I managed to see Ralof join the battle, and Wuuthrad lodged itself inside Ulfric's shield.

And then Miraak and I were in front of each other trading blows. It was just like the Challenge, all over again. Except I was much faster than I was then, and much more skilled.

His Dragon Aspect Shout enhanced his body and pushed mine to its limits. His skill with a blade was hard to match, but I did it all the same. I don't know how much time we spent trying to kill each other, but it was no less than a few minutes. Even with my perception enhanced, it felt like hours that the three of us danced amongst each other with blades.

Almost no magic or shouts were used, there was simply no time.

And then Vex made a simple mistake, that allowed Garan space. I've never seen anyone draw the bow on their back as fast or efficiently as he did. His other hand grabbed the lone arrow that still sat in his quiver.

Something in me understood what he was doing. I understood the magick he sent into Auriel's Bow. I knew that he would try to send the arrow into the sun. I knew that he couldn't be allowed to do so, or he would kill us all.

So when Miraak sliced at my side, I allowed it.

Four inches of blade slashed underneath my right ribs tearing through organs. I barely felt it because I was moving forward.

I swung in front of Auriel's Bow, just as Garan released the arrow. I didn't know what happened in the next second, it was too fast. I thought I missed the arrow, because I didn't feel any resistance.

There was a pause, as everyone looked to the sky, even Miraak and Ulfric. I didn't allow the opportunity to slip by me, and my hand dipped into my pouch. I uncorked the blood potion and drank it quickly.

My side burned slightly as my body put itself back together. Within a couple of seconds, the wound had completely sealed itself shut.

The sound of wood clattering on the ground was what alerted everyone. It was the back half of an arrow. I had cut the arrow, there was no way it would reach the sun now.

"Aahhh!" Garan roared in response, showing true anger for the first time.

I took that as my que to start fighting again. Except this time, I was not on the defensive. Ever since I had saved Vex, they hadn't allowed me time to think.

Now they did.

I moved to Miraak and parried a strike, just as I had during the Challenge. I threw a punch towards his throat, just like I had during the Challenge. I allowed his left hand to throw my left hand off course, except I kept my momentum.

I stepped passed him, while my arm went around his throat. I twisted around his frame to where I had him in a standing rear naked choke.

With my strength, there was nothing he could do as I lifted him up by his head, bearing his throat to the world.

He did put up a fight, however and stabbed his sword behind him, where my head was. My other arm caught his wrist and twisted it, further putting him in an awkward position.

I bit.

His carotid separated under my fangs, and I began to drink.

"Ahhhh!" Miraak wailed, as only a terrified human can. He squirmed in my arms as I drained him from his carotid.

"No!" Ulfric cried as he moved to cast a shout towards where I held Miraak.

Wuuthrad was still lodged deep into Ulfric's shield, and I realized that Ralof had been fighting hand to hand with Ulfric the entire fight.

Ralof's hand grasped the handle of Wuuthrad, and pulled Ulfric off balance, interrupting his shout and torquing Uflric's arm in a direction it was not meant to go.

'Snap'

Ulfric's arm broke under Ralof's strength. Ralof moved forward as Ulfric stumbled off balance and grabbed him by the throat.

Ralof lifted him up with one hand and ripped the crown off of his head with the other. He held him there and watched him squirm as Ulfric tried to breathe through his closed windpipe.

By this time, Miraak was struggling less and less in my arms, as he steadily lost blood. I was beginning to feel more and more full, although his blood didn't come close to comparing to Serana or even a dragon's blood. His body was still human, even if his soul was a dragon.

"Watch out!" I heard Vex yell behind me.

I recognized the wing of a Vampire Lord about to stab me in the face, and would have caught me off guard had the last player in our game not interfered. The talon on the wing stopped in mid-air, caught by the familiar magick of Ariella. Her magicka engulfed the area, more than I had ever felt her do before.

I could feel her anger at the vampire lord in front of me. She grabbed him with pure magick, and lifted him into the air in front of us, where she also floated.

She said nothing, but looked straight into Garan's eyes. With a jerking motion with one hand, Garan's right wing separated from his body.

"Aaahhh!" Garan roared in his vampire lord form. I couldn't see a hint of pain in the ugly face so I wasn't sure if he actually felt his wing get ripped off.

Ariella jerked her hand again, and another limb separated from his body. This time the vampire lord didn't make a sound. I knew how hard it was to actually feel pain in that form. It confirmed that he wasn't feeling anything.

With one last jerking motion, Garan's head left his body.

Ulfric swung his sword at Ralof, in an attempt to stab the man before he died from lack of asphyxiation. Ralof just turned, and used the momentum to slam Ulfric to the ground by his throat.

Miraak's blood stopped pulsing in my mouth, at the same time as Ulfric's neck snapped under the pressure of Ralof's slam.

In a single moment, the first and last dragonborn died.


A/N: Boom!

It went from a fairly even battle, to ending real quick!

Miraak, Ulfric, and Garan are all dead. Did you guys expect that? Did you think I would drag it out with somebody escaping? I thought the story might lead us that direction for sure, but it didn't.

What did we think? Let's talk about it in the reviews!

P.S. The story isn't completely over yet, for those who might wonder.