The return of an extinct enemy

[Silver]

Fjorlag flew on Eitrboka’s back, hidden between the clouds, looking at the huge forest of Du Weldenvarden. He growled a little, making a low clicking sound of annoyance. The information he managed to gather told him that his prey was there, that rider called Emiryal. Galbatorix had sent him to search for him, and each month that passed he grew more and more impatient, the rider managed to hide really well, but didn’t manage to hide perfectly after all. Though it had been hard, he finally knew that he was currently in the depths of Du Weldenvarden, hiding with the elves. He wasn’t the most intelligent creature in Alagaësia, but he wasn’t stupid either, he knew that going inside the forest would mean his death, also he was the last Ra’zac, though nobody knew of his existence, since the death of his companion’s by the dragon rider Eragon, her dragoness and his cousin everyone thought that his species was finally extinct and nobody cared about them anymore. That gave him the advantage of the surprise, an advantage that he planned to use.

Knowing about Emiryal gentle nature by Galbatorix’s words, he went towards a near town and started to attack it, destroying houses and killing anyone who saw him or Eitrboka, both to keep his little surprise advantage intact and to cause panic between the humans, what he hoped that would drag the rider out of his hiding place, giving him the perfect opportunity to capture him and drag him to Galbatorix’s palace and finally fulfill his mission after all that time of searching for him.

[Emiryal ♕]

rider of firern | former empire rider

It wasn't long before a loud roar interrupted the screams of those being attacked. And a large black dragon plummeted in a dive to crash into the Letherblanka. Firern clawed at the wings trying to disable Eitrboka's ability to fly by mutilating her wing.

Emiryal had heard of the attack moments before and had been near the edge of the forest. He and Firern had quickly made their way here to help expecting to see an empire rider. Neither of them realized what the attacker was until Firern had engaged them. Emiryal swung one of his twin blades at the Raz'ac only to falter at the last minute when he realized who his opponent was. "What! How is this possible. Your kind is dead," he said in disbelief.

[Silver]

Eitrboka let out a loud screech and she attacked Firern with claws and her sharp long beak, the magic defenses that Galbatorix put around her protecting her from receiving lethal or disabling damage, but didn’t protected her from receiving some scratches and wounds. She immediately tried to take advantage of the rider’s and dragon’s surprise to sink her beak on the dragon’s body and get an advantage, careful to not hit any vital organ to be able to fulfill the capturing mission.

Fjorlag took out his sword and blocked Emiryal’s attack; he had been trained to be able to be a formidable opponent against a rider with the sword, since the death of his companions Galbatorix took some extreme precautions. He chuckled with the rider’s amazement, taking advantage and attacking him with his sword, always soaked in Seithr Oil. Fjorlag smirked “You, riders, are fools, taking for sure things too fast” He kept attacking, trying to take any opportunity he could have and blocking if the rider decided to attack.

[Emiryal ♕]

rider of firern | former empire rider

The attacks of Eitrboka on Firern taxed Emiryal's wards he'd placed. He had never been the strongest in magic despite being an elf. Much to his dismay the attacks were enough for his ward to fail. As the ward fell Firern roared in pain as Eitrboka's beak sank into him. The black dragon immediately snapped for her trying to bite at her neck. He flapped his wings trying to maintain height as they battled. Engaged so close it was hard to do.

Emiryal gasped as Fjorlag's blade found an opening in his defenses and caught him on his side. He wasn't sure but he knew of the Raz'ac's use Seither Oil and just hoped this one had not put it on his blade. He wouldn't know until he had time to look. "Carimiev! Isikal! help me," he cried out to the two eldundari Galbatorix had given him. "Emiryal, focus get those wards back up, don't let your fear get the better of you," the old dragon said.

Fear? Until the dragon said it he hadn't acknowledged it but it was true. He didn't fear the Raz'ac but there was only one person he could think of that would send one after him. He feared going back to Galbatorix and that was harming him. If he lost now surely he would face the king or at best die. He didn't want either one. "My mistake, looks like we'll just have to finish you off then and make it true of your kind's death. Galbatorix sent you didn't he," he said. He wasn't totally sure but he could think of no alternative.

He recast the spells to ward off blows with the help of the Eldunari providing the energy. Then he went on the offensive attacking with one of his twin blades while using the other to counter any attacks made. His injury tested his determination to ignore it. But it was clear the wound was already bothering him.

[Silver]

Eitrboka let out a really loud screech after hurting the dragon, in hopes of confusing him and his rider with the really high pitched sound. When she felt saw the dragon attack her neck she immediately moved and started to struggle even more. The bite managed to leave some superficial scratches on her neck before something stopped Firern’s fangs get deeper on the Lethrblaka’s flesh, obviously one of Galbatorix’s shields, but the simple fact of Firern managing to scratch Eitrboka’s neck meant that some of those defenses were starting to wear off.

Fjorlag made that odd clicking sound before starting to attack Emiryal after he spoke, immediately trying to get behind him and attack his back with his sword. He put one hand inside his cloak, grabbing something discreetly “Killing me will be harder than you think rider. The King is really smart, crazy, but sssssssmart” He hissed, still trying to slash him “After the death of my companions he made sure to prepare me and her more correctly” He pointed at Eitrboka with his head “And yes, he sent us, he wants you back, you and your dragon. He was really angry when you left, but soon he’ll have you on his grasp again, nobody can fully escape from him, never” He said, looking at the rider’s eyes. He took advance of the obvious bother that the wound he previously inflicted was causing him, trying to get more hits attacking on his weaker point.

Eitrboka screeched once more, careful to let the screech out as near of the dragon’s ear as she could, immediately opening her wings and flapping them to get free from his grasp, and take more height, so she would be just above of the dragon and his rider.

[Emiryal ♕]

Emiryal Nyteshaed | Heir of the Forsworn | Former Empire Rider | Rider of Firern

Firern abruptly twisted away knowing the danger Fjorlag was putting Emiryal in attempting to get behind him. The move was just enough to allow Emiryal to block it from his side instead of behind. "Smart yes, but you forget he trained me to be a rider! I'm sure he wants me back but that's all the more reason I won't go back. You'll have to bring him a corpse before I'd let you take me back!" he said. His arm shook from the power behind the strike and from the pain in his arm. But he was desperate and despite the growing pain from stressing his arm he wouldn't back down or give into the pain.

Firern roared in annoyance when Eitrboka screeched in his ear. She was simply just annoying. He opened his mouth to blast her with fire, knowing there might be wards on her but it at least might make her move away and stop screaming in his ears!

[Silver]

Fjorlag chuckled “We’ll see, rider” He tried to lock the rider’s sword with his own, to keep him still, and then took out a really small bottle from his cloak, opened it and quickly threw the liquid to Emiryal’s face, aiming to the eyes, the smell made it easy to know that the liquid was Seithr Oil. Fjorlag smirked, he had placed really small amounts of the precious oil inside little bottles like that one to throw to his enemies in battles like this. He was ready to keep fighting if the trick somehow failed.

Eitrboka hissed when the fire surrounded her, but it didn’t harmed her at all, her defenses protecting her. She immediately took advantage of the improvised hiding that the flames gave her and tried to pierce the dragon again with her beak, this time aiming for a deeper and more painful wound, hopefully enough to put him out of combat. Some desperation could be shown in her attack though, since she could feel that the dragon was draining her magic shields.

[Emiryal ♕]

Emiryal Nyteshaed | Heir of the Forsworn | Former Empire Rider | Rider of Firern

Emiryal didn't see it in time as he fought to free his sword or win over Fjorlag in strength. When he saw it coming it was too late. He screamed as the oil struck his face and dropped his sword. His hands blindly trying to get the burning liquid off his face. Both of his twin swords plummeted towards the ground. Even if he could succeed he was weaponless.

Firern roared as he felt his rider's pain through their bond. In his rage he didn't bother to avoid the blow but his wards prevented it from harming him. In an instant he blasted her with more flames, but only as a cover, for as soon as he did he dove after Emiryal's swords. His wings tucked close to his body as he tried to get as much speed as he could. The manover was both to recover the swords, which Emiryal would be defenseless without and to give his rider a reprieve from the fight.

Emiryal still in pain had both his hands over his face, in the pain and panic he could think of nothing to stop the burning as he doubled over on Firern's back. Everything burned, he couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes but he was sure he was now blind from that. Even if Firern retrieved his swords how could he fight blind!

[Silver]

Fjorlag let out a chuckle of triumph when the oil hit its target, getting her sword ready immediately and tried to land a blow with it on Emiryal, not a deadly one, but one that would let him out of combat for sure, allowing him to take him to Galbatorix without resistance and finally fulfill his mission after all this searching and battling. He didn’t expect the sudden movement of his dragon though, what made him miss by only a couple of centimeters, getting angered almost immediately by the loss of this golden opportunity. He roared as he grabbed Eitrboka's neck and lowered himself to allow her to fly freely without getting on her way.

Eitrboka screeched as she got covered in flames. She felt the heat of the flames way too close to relax for the fact that the shields still protected her. She immediately tried to follow the dragon, but her body build made her be slower than Firern and have less stability, so she couldn’t allow herself to plummet like he was doing, otherwise she might get injured thanks to a momentarily loss of control, so she was left a little behind, which started to frustrate Fjorlag, he didn’t wanted to let Emiryal get away, not with his current weakness that could give him a huge chance to win this fight.

Fjorlag started to make Eitrboka hurry up, but careful of not pushing her beyond her breaking point, knowing the danger that it could mean for both of them. He then noticed the dragon’s target and growled, he didn’t knew how good Emiryal would be fighting blind, but he neither wanted to discover it, he wouldn’t let him retrieve his swords anytime soon. Eitrboka was thinking the same, as she got her claws ready and screeched again in an attempt to make the dragon get confused and miss. She got over Firern and got her claws ready, taking advantage of the dragon’s focus on getting the swords and the rider’s blindness she tried to grab Emiryal with her front claws, but ready to fight the dragon or the rider if any of them noticed.