Drag-Be-Gone!

Michael grins as the explosion occurs, causing whipping winds and rocks to fly everywhere. He protects Illococoo(Sylphid) and Megumin by forcing stones away with Telekinesis, all while the teen girl next to him excitedly fist pumps the air at a successful and magnificent explosion.

That dragon was fucking huge, twice the size of Sylphid, Illococoo's dragon form, which was saying something considering that she was taller than a single-story building.

"Interesting talk?" he asks Illococoo as the girl still seemed to be processing things.

She nods, "He says this land was gifted to him by Alduin, the guy who wants to destroy the world..."

"What're the odds that the explosion killed that guy'?" Michael questions, but quickly finds his answer as the smoke begins to clear, revealing the dragon's scorched form.

Its previously clean dull brown and grey scales were coated with soot, and one of its wings had been completely blown off at the shoulder, leaving it with one left, definitely not enough to fly with.

"Well, it isn't dead but, good job Megumin." he says, patting the girl on the shoulder and drawing a retrieving a daedric greatsword from his inventory.

The dragon hobbles out from the impact site, looking over to where Michael and the girls were as its eyes widen, "Koh Dovahkiin!? Daar nis kos!?"(Twin Dovahkiin!? This cannot be!)

Michael's ears twitch at the familiar word 'Dovahkiin', quickly inferring what it means. His appearance and Auroth's Gift-Blood must be readily apparent to it. "Heh well, if things work as they should, that may be the case." he grins.

"You, mortals, you obstruct the eldest' great plans. I will not allow it!" the dragon growls while mustering its breath, preparing to shout... Only for Michael to shout back with Auroth's Breath.

"Girls, go!" he states, throwing Megumin on Illococoo's back before opening his mouth and unleashing a huge blast of blindingly cold winds, ice shards interspersed to cause even more damage.

The dragon squints its eyes as ice shatters against its scales, completely unperturbed by the breath attack, "Mey."(Fool), "YOL TOOR-"

"GLOBAL SILENCE!" Michael shouts, interrupting the beast as his voice echoes around Tamriel, preceding the abrupt absolute silence that takes place seconds afterwards.

The dragon's voice peters out instantly as the spell takes effect, causing it to panic at the loss of its most valuable and sacred asset. It almost doesn't notice Michael Blinking forwards with his daedric greatsword aimed at its neck.

It rears away in response, causing Michael's weapon to skitter along its scales, releasing sparks as it digs a small grove into them, not even drawing blood. Mana Break does nothing upon contact with its scales, and its the same with Tidebringer.

Still unable to make use of its voice, the dragon darts its head forwards while trying to bite Michael in half.

*Clang!*

Michael blocks the attack by slashing at the dragon's jaw, jolting its head to the side and forcing it to bite air.

"SAHLO SLEN!" Illococoo shouts as she flies over Toorlokmaar, taking inspiration from his earlier words. The shout ripples down and causes the dragon's scales to shimmer before going dull, far less fierce-looking than usual.

Fire runes manifest into existence under the beast, courtesy of Megumin who was sitting on Illococoo's back while excitedly cackling.

*BOOM!*

The runes all simultaneously explode, covering Michael and the dragon in smoke, which is quickly cleared as a breeze blows over the mountain, revealing the two relatively unharmed combatants.

"You are strong, mortal, but still no match for a true Dovah." Toorlokmaar growls, but squints suspiciously as Michael gives a foxy smile.

"You've got something, here." he says, pointing to his eye as if pointing out a smudge.

The dragon doesn't even notice when a dagger carves its left eye out, the perpetrator hopping off before disappearing into a cloud of purple smoke.

*ROOOOoaaaaaaaaRRRR!*

The dragon wails as it raises its head and roars into the sky, but this just reveals its vulnerable throat to Michael, who casts Monolith Wards before channelling the many giant Darth feet into a Spatial Strike. While Darth's form is a bit fucked up, it doesn't change his innate power, allowing Spatial Strike to retain its full power.

*SLASH!*

Michael Blinks forwards and chops at the dragon's neck!

*SLUICK!*

*CHOOOKKK!*

The blade enters halfway before being stopped as it hits its spine, the resistance of its hide and scales stopping its head from being completely lopped off.

Still, it was a fatal strike, severing its vocal cords, arteries, and throat all in one slash. Blood spews forth, bathing Michael completely in searingly hot blood, but it was nowhere near as bad as magma, so he ignores it in favour and sawing at the wound to open it further.

*CACKUUUUUAAAAHHHHRRRRR*

The dragon groans as it quickly loses its strength and slumps to the ground. Illococoo lands and returns to her human form as she and Megumin hop to Michael's side as he looks down at the dying dragon.

"Wow! We really did it!" Megumin exclaims, "Hahahaha! My name is Megumin of the Crimson Demons! Dragon Slayer!" she announces while resting a leg on the dragon's head, uncaring that it was still technically alive.

"Don't be mean sis, he tried his best... No one can match big bro." Illococoo says, feeling pity for her 'brethren'.

"Thanks for the confidence." Michael smiles while going to pat her head, only to stop when he realises that he was completely covered in steaming dragon blood. "Oh, and thanks 'Master', your ambush cut this fight short."

Riki's form fades into existence at Michael's side, a wide grin on his purple-furred face as he sheaths his daggers. "No problem. A first I've ever been asked to kill a dragon, doubt I could do it again without help, or a distraction."

"Emm, is this another Familiar, big bro?" Illococoo asks, gesturing at Riki.