Author's Note: The first fight in this story between Eragon and Murtagh. My, my, what a fight. I wish I could write this fight better, because imagine it much more exciting.
Murtagh reacted faster then Eragon had expected. He had dodged the fireball, and lunged at Eragon. The two fought so fast that many of the soliders had stopped to watch. Thorn had landed on the ground but had to defend himself from Saphira's attacks, who had arrived. Eragon and Murtagh jumped of the dragon and brought the fight to the ground.
Bracing himself, Eragon pounded a series of quick attacks slicing, hacking and lunging. Sparks flashed as Murtagh blocked his blows. The blue and red swords danced and crashed together. Murtagh was strong, even though he was just a man and his reflexes were quick but Eragon was faster. Still, Murtagh held his ground and fought with ferocity like a wolf, savage and thirsty for blood. Jumping forward, he brought his sword down. Eragon blocked the blow but Murtagh had put so much energy into the blow that he sent Eragon's sword flying high into the air.
The sword hurtled up and out of sight. Murtagh, who was not distracted by the flight of the sword, lunged at Eragon, who jumped into the air, landing behind Murtagh.
He realized that the clang out battle was gone; the armies had stopped to watch the fight. The warriors had crowded into a thick circle to either watch Eragon and Murtagh, or Saphira and Thorn who were spiraling in the air, and slashing at each other.
Eragon steadied himself and shouted one of the words of death Ormis had told him. It was his only choice for he had no weapons. Murtagh strained against the spell. Eragon flipped twice and grabbed Murtagh who stumbled and fell. Eragon had no more energy to fight and keep his killing spell at the same time, so he stopped; Murtagh picked himself up but did not fight. The stood face to face, with in the struggle of power.
High above, Saphira and Thorn were fighting. The flipped in the air, then both shot fire at each other. Saphira twisted and flipped, then jumped onto Thorn's back. The dragon zigzagged in the air frantically, apparently trying to throw Saphira off.
The internal battle of magic was still going on and Eragon's once great energy slipped away, and he slumped and fell to the ground. He still had enough energy to run. Just then Eragon's sword came hurtling down. With the last of his energy, Eragon used his magic to pull the sword toward him. Eragon caught it and pulled out his stored energy. His power was great once more.
The struggle of magic went on and on. Murtagh struggled on though it was clear Eragon would outlast him. At last, with a small growl, Murtagh fell to the ground.The hesummoned a spirit. It was a large snake and at slid toward to Eragon. Suddenly as if sensing a call, the snake turned around. Murtagh was weakened; he had not the energy to fight. The spirit reared up and before the eyes of Eragon and the eyes of both armies, Murtagh turned into a Shade.
The Shade stood up. It eyes were red and it's face cold and unfeeling. Eragon was frozen to his standing position in shock. The vanes on the Shade's neck had popped and dark blood was spilling out from Eragon's spell but the Shade only smiled. Down from the sky came a red dragon. It's back was slashed to the bone. The Shade mounted the dragon and they flew off leaving the startled people in their wake...