513 Bang goes the Chuunybu
Irarus leans over slightly, expressing just how large the Eredar truly was, the Thalmor held his ground and gives no indication of fear, but there was an obvious tension in his form. "I would like to see you try. We will see how far you get before my hammer crushes your head."
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The Thalmor looks over at the Arch-Mage, "What of you, Savos Aren? Will you fight beside these brutes and savages?" he gestures at Irarus and Michael, "Will you protect those that despise and plot against you?" he nods towards Jarl Korir, "Or, will you do the right thing and protect yourself, your Apprentices, and your College?"
Savos rubs his temples, "As has been said before, I can think of no one less trustworthy than the Thalmor. You have proven yourselves time and time again that you serve only your own interests. Your puppet queen is led around by your scheming elders and your plots extend far outside the borders of your island." he replies, causing the Thalmor to grit his teeth and forces back his reactionary retort.
Rikke lets out an exasperated breath, "I am giving Winterhold the opportunity to surrender," she sends a harsh glance at the Thalmor, "If you choose to do so, you have my and General Tullius word that no citizen will be harmed. Jarl Korir, you will be allowed to keep your position under some restrictions, but the College of Winterhold and the Eye of the World will be taken under Imperial rule."
"If that's your best offer then we have little else to discuss." Jarl Korir instantly responds, not tempted in the slightest by her rather poor offer.
Michael nods, "Let's just get to the fighting already, I'm eager to tear some Thalmor douchebags apart..." he focuses on the nearby Altmer, "Yeah, I'm aiming for you, cunt."
A few more offers a made, most of which are basically grandstanding, false negotiation, and 'not-technically-lies'. The two groups leave and go towards their respective camps, everyone getting in position for the upcoming battle.
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Ten minutes later, Michael is stood outside Winterhold's makeshift walls with Derflinger in hand, surrounded by the other defenders. The Imperials were already in position, their shield bearers standing in front of groups of mages which were all preparing their spells.
Likewise, the College and Eredar mages were doing the same, some preparing defensive wards while others were getting ready to launch offensive ones to disrupt the enemies' efforts.
Michael glances to the side and holds his palm towards the floor, causing a flame abruptly burst and reveal an orange-haired woman in a gold gilded red dress. "Brrr, you didn't say it'd be so cold..."
Michael shrugs, "Maybe I should have chosen your sister instead then, Lina." he retorts as the woman huffs and warms herself with some fire magic.
"Yes, but you didn't. Just another thing I've beaten her in..." she focuses on the forces mounting against Winterhold, "Are these the fools you told me about? Because I'm itching to get started."
He nods, "Yeah, but do you still want to get involved? I figured you wanted to continue moping around in your desert when you didn't respond to my offer."
"I'll make an exception this time. These people remind me of some old enemies of mine, they'll serve as a good substitute." she says as her orange hair starts mimicking actual fire, floating upwards and releasing embers as if it was starting to burn. "How do you want to start the battle?" she inquires, curious on how warfare worked in Tamriel.
Michael gestures over at the enemy and shoots a bright Mage Light into the sky, "Like this."
With that, a massive ritual circle appears floating over the central part of the frontline Imperial formation. It's quick, and while the Imperial mages attempt to warn their allies to move away due to the huge gathering of magical energy, no one under the circle would end up surviving. This is how the battle began, with a 'bang'.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The centre of the enemy front lines erupts with a massive explosion which sends a mountainous mushroom cloud into the sky, the shockwave created by the attack launching most of the Imperials clear off of their feet.
A few mages on the outskirts of the attack had managed to raise magical barriers to protect themselves and their allies, but it wasn't nearly enough considering how many people had died.
The Winterhold army oo's at the destruction, a few newbies vomiting on the floor from shock, terror, and the realization of the massacre that'd just occurred. Even the Eredar, who had seen far larger feats of destruction were amazed, simply due to the fact that their known instances of it had been technological or produced by a demon god.
Michael pulls the Morokei dragon mask over his face and turns his head to Lina, "Think you can match that?"
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"No, but I'll definitely give it a shot!" she exclaims as her body explodes with fire and flies into the sky, the woman beginning to rain fire down on the chaotically reassembling Imperial forces who were barely recovering from Megumin's initial attack.
Irarus steps ahead of his men with his gem Warhammer in hand, he raises it to the sky and gives out a shout, "FOR OUR NEW HOME! LET US SEND THESE INVADERS CRAWLING BACK TO THEIR MASTERS! HIIIIAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!!" he charges, casting a wide range Paladin buff on everyone nearby which enhances their courage significantly, prompting even the most fearful Winterhold guard to follow along screaming.
Michael grins, using the opportunity to turn invisible and rush forwards, intent on catching any Thalmor that'd come along to annoy him. "Ready to chop some heads, Derf?"
"Happily Partner!"
