No one, no body.

"Today, however, I am just a 'No one'."

...

"I said, I am just a-" Vrijeme starts again but is cut off by an unamused Savos.

"I heard what you said, I just felt no need to respond. Are we going to brawl or what?" the Arch-Mage blankly asks.

Vrijeme shrugs his shoulders, "I already did, I was just awaiting your reaction." he says, prompting Savos to look down at the red line forming across his chest, something having somehow cut through his robes.

...

"Remarkable... Temporal magic, I assume?" Savos asks after swiping a glowing gold hand across his injury, healing both it and the slice in his clothing.

Vrijeme grins, "Got it in one, two, three." he smilingly says while counting down peculiarly on his fingers.

Savos' eyes widen as the mage counts two, teleporting himself a couple meters to the side just in time to avoid the attack.

On three fire erupts from Savos' previous position, creating a large pillar that incinerates everything in an isolated area.

Shaking his head, Savos thrusts his hands to the side and forcefully takes control over the pillar of fire, funnelling it upwards for a moment before turning it on Vrijeme, only to find the enemy mage standing to the side four meters away from where he was just a moment ago...

"The thing with Temporal Magic, funnily, is the lack of time you have with it." Savos remarks, "The Magicka consumption is far too great to maintain over a prolonged fight. Let's see how long you can last."

With that, the Arch-Mage fires another storm of fire at the Altmer mage, using his offhand to gather and compress clouds in the sky over Vrijeme's position.

Vrijeme, of course, easily dodges the fire and retaliates with his own attacks, primarily turning Savos' own fire against him with temporal shenanigans. While the Arch-Mage wasn't fast enough to dodge time itself, his keen magical senses and experienced intuition allowed him to predict what Vrijeme would be doing.

This was especially easy as the Altmer seemed to require somatic components to manipulate time... Time was instant, but the elf was not.

Vrijeme had tried to directly manipulate Savos' Temporal Pace as he'd done to Lina earlier, but the Arch-Mage was versed enough in Temporal magic to forcefully rid such effects from himself.

"Very impressive Arch-Mage! But no one can defeat time!" Vrijeme exclaims as a magical dome forms over and around Savos, trapping him within and seemingly freezing him in place.

Vrijeme then casually walks over and begins casting ice shards into the dome towards the Dunmer, these freeze in time too once they enter the dome, but that was only temporary... He casts many, many more, surrounding Savos completely with icy shards, leaving no room for retreat.

Once done he walks back to his position and snaps his fingers, causing the dome to disappear and time to resume.

*SHIIIIIK!*

Savos, instantly realising what'd been done, raises a radial ward around himself to block the attack. The icy shards shatter against it and the hastily raised ward isn't quite enough to block everything, allowing a couple shards to break through and impale the Arch-Mage.

"Hhhaargh!" he yelps as he stumbles backwards, his breath going frost as he examines himself... Two shards in his stomach, one in his left lung, and one in his shoulder. His stamina had been drastically reduced due to frost's innate stamina drain, leaving him feeling as if he'd been fighting for hours, regardless of his impalement.

He forcefully heats his body up, instantly melting the shards and healing them with restoration magic before turning to Vrijeme, "You are talented. But only in one school..." he remarks, if the Altmer mage had used something more powerful than ice shards, like ice spears, Savos would've probably lost the fight there and then.

"It feels like fighting a snake... If I hold your neck, what can you bite?" Savos states as the timed Destruction runes he'd cast earlier light up underneath Vrijeme's feet.

*KUUUUUSH!*

Electricity explodes from them forcing Vrijeme to slow time in front of him to avoid instant death. Unfortunately, his hasty spell doesn't slow lightning all that much, allowing some to scorch his arm, draining a good portion of his Magicka in the process...

Vrijeme had possibly the largest pool of Magicka out of any mortal in Tamriel, which was the main reason he could utilise Temporal magic so easily. He wasn't used to having his magic disrupted in this manner however, leaving him quite vulnerable to Savos' next attack which was cast before the runes even exploded.

*CRAAAAACKLE!*

A lightning bolt strikes Vrijeme's chest, scorching it black and throwing him to the ground. He forces himself to regain control from the seizing electricity and downs a potion which both heals and restores his Magicka in an instant. "You're stronger than I expected..."

...

"Give up and I'll let you live as a 'guest' in my College. Or, you can choose-" Savos starts but is caught off guard as something strikes him in the face, turning his world black.

*Thwack!*

Vrijeme suddenly zips forwards at impossible speeds and cracks Savos across the face with his staff, knocking the Arch-Mage to the floor, knocking him out in a single blow.

"Hah... Hah..." Vrijeme breathes while resting on his staff. Increasing his Temporal Pace came at the cost of speeding up his ageing, damaging his body, and exhausting him. Which is why he almost never used it in this manner.

Rikke, seeing the fight finish, orders her soldiers to continue the battle, now confident of their victory.

"Huh, Savos got beat like that? Kinda disappointing..." Michael asks while sitting on Winterhold's wooden wall. Shrugging his shoulders, he takes off his dragon mask and casually casts a red-coloured Mage Light into the sky.

"You must be Michael Tahlin." Vrijeme says while still catching his breath, "I would fight you, but I'd prefer it on even grounds..."

Michael gives another shrug, "You might not even get the chance..."

"Is that a threat?" the Altmer asks, hostility in his glare.

Michael shakes his head, "No, I mean, you gotta worry about that first." he says, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at his Spire that was glowing with more intensity than usual.

"And what is 'tha-"

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