Kin-Dread

""FUS RO DAH!"" both men shout Unrelenting Force at one another, the shockwaves meeting and colliding. They blow out sideways and mar the grass with a small line-like crater. Though, by the way the wind blew against Surtr's helmeted face, his shout had come off worse in the exchange... This was not unexpected however.

"HI AHNEY KRIF UV MAH, TIL LOS NID KO NIX! HIN TIID LOST BO WAH OBLAAN, SURTR!" (YOU EITHER FIGHT OR FALL, THERE IS NO IN-BETWEEN! YOUR TIME HAS COME TO AN END, SURTR!)

"HI FEND LOST LORGRI DILON! ZU'U KRIIN ALDUIN! ZU'U LOS JUN DO DAAR HUMDAH AHRK FAAL KAACHA REL DO TAAZOKAAN! HILOS NUNON VOKUN AHK FAAS WAH LUFT OK DEZ!" (YOU SHOULD HAVE REMAINED DEAD! I SLEW ALDUIN! I'M KING OF THIS LAND AND THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF TAMRIEL! YOU ARE JUST A SHADOW TOO AFRAID TO FACE HIS FATE!)

""MID VUR SHAAN!""

""SU GRAH DUN!!""

""TIID KLO UI!!!""

""WULD NAH KEST!!""

They both shout the litany of shouts at the same time, and once done their forms blur and suddenly burst at one another with speeds even a seasoned warrior would find difficult to see, let alone defend against.

*CLANG*!

Wuuthrad slams hard against the base of Miraak's corrupted blade as they pass one another, the axe's sheer weight allowing Surtr to win the clash, though, the only damage done was straining Miraak's wrist slightly.

""WULD NAH KEST!"" they shout again, flying towards one another under their multiple speed buffs and their perception of time sped up. They land next to each other this time, Miraak easily deflecting the axe headed for his head before making a stab for Surtr's arm.

His corrupted blade flicks out and cuts half an inch into the dragon bone plating, but Surtr headbutts Miraak in his mask before he can breach through and draw blood. His dragon bone helmet smashes hard into the mask, shattering it due to its rather haphazard weak reconstruction.

Miraak shakes his head and brushes the metal dust and shards from his face and glares at Surtr, the left side of his mouth showing his unnaturally sharp teeth. "YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"FO KRAH DIIN!" Surtr roars in response, causing the streams of fire and ice to clash and produce large amounts of steam. Both give up their attack once it covers the area and obscures their vision, forcing both to shout ""Silkun Vahzah Koraav!"", which reveals their aura to the other.

"ZUN HAAL VIK!"

"GAAN LAH HAAS!"

"LIZ SLEN NUS!"

"KRII LUN AUS!"

""YOL TOOR SHUL!""

The meeting blast of fire blows the steam away, revealing the scorched, battered, and torn field, now devoid of grass and flowers that'd previously been there.

Surtr ceases the shout at the same time as Miraak and shakes his head, his throat feeling particularly harsh due to the many high-powered shouts he'd thrown out.

Miraak wasn't the same however, still standing stern and tall, with a cocky, bloodthirsty grin plastered across his face. "Is that all? Maybe I should let you rest, while I burn down Whiterun."

"Damn you to Oblivion!." Surtr growls

"Again? I think not." he drawls before slashing his weapon, the tendrils bubbling beneath its hilt shooting out like a whip towards the Last Dragonborn's neck.

Surtr ducks under it and brings Wuuthrad down on the thin neck of the tendril connecting it, since the tendril's perception of time was not enhanced like his or Miraak's, he strikes true and serves it.

The thing, whatever it is, releases a high-pitched scream as it writhes on the floor, the blade in Miraak's hand wriggling as if it was in pain.

Miraak just looks at it in disgust and tosses it aside however, unwilling to wield such an unworthy weapon. "Let me bear my soul to you, then. "MUL QAH DIIV!" he roars, allowing golden light to envelope him, and transforms into a huge see-through dragon.

"THIS IS POWER! SHOW ME YOUR MIGHT, SURTR! FACE ME!" he laughs hysterically from the inside the chest of the dragon.

Surtr wets his lips and bites the inside of his cheek to firm his resolve. "COME! JOOR ZAH FRUL!" he loudly responds, using Dragonrend to try and fight against Miraak's unknown shout. Since they were technically dragons, there was no reason that Dragonrend couldn't work on a mortal, especially when Miraak was utilising his dragon aspect so fiercely like that.

Miraak takes the glowing blue shockwave head-on, expecting it to do nothing, but lets out a gasp as the blue infuses his entire form, causing cracks to start forming on the golden dragon's exterior. He isn't able to get out a single word when the thing starts crumbling, its legs giving out and allowing it to fall on its chest, the rest of its weight landing on Miraak as it slowly disperses.

He tears himself out of the evaporating corpse with a vicious growl, but only then realises that he'd thrown away his sword... Just as Surtr was charging him with Wuuthrad.

"JUST. DIE. ALREADY!!" he almost maniacally roars as he slams the head of the axe down at Miraak. The First Dragonborn grabs the weapon as it approaches him, lacerating his hands as he tries to slow it. It hits him in the forehead and draws blood, but it wasn't strong enough to pierce his corruption-enhanced skull.

Surtr pushes his weight against his downed opponent as they struggle for control, each trembling as they put their utmost strength into it. Blood streams down Miraak's face, but his eyes continue to stare despair his vision turning crimson. "GO-OD. FIGHT..."

*PUUCHI!*

The axe finally goes through as Miraak loses his grip, the metal cutting cleanly through his forehead and into his brain, killing him and allowing Surtr to start absorbing his soul. Surtr doesn't stop until the axe had split the skull in two however, afterwards throwing it to the side and roaring up at the sky.

"YOU'RE NEXT! FALSE GODS! NO ONE CAN FACE ME! NO ONE!!!"