Bond Of Blood

Chapter 48

"FUS RO DAH!"

Morgan snarled in satisfaction as her Shout tore through a large group of Stormcloaks, the sheer force sending bodies flying and even gouging a shallow channel through the earth. She barely noted how the enemy slowed slightly at the sight, for she had increased her speed, her blade held in one hand, her other balancing her body as she charged.

Rikke was right. She actually ignored her Legion teachings and pulled the wool over Ulfric's eyes.

Rikke had known that the Stormcloaks would set their defences in such a way that a direct attack would have cost her half her forces before they reached the city walls. She had glanced at Morgan several times while she had been rallying the troops, and it had been Serana's whisper that had alerted her to Rikke's subtle hint.

She wants you to tear their ranks with your Voice.

The plan had worked perfectly. Ulfric had sent a few hundred as an advance force, and Morgan had taken a chunk of their numbers with a single Shout. As she charged, she channeled her blood through her body, her thirst increasing as her latent powers grew. She craved the blood, she needed it.

The first two Stormcloaks barely saw her. One second, she was fifty feet away, the next moment, she was past them, her blade cutting through their sternums in a fluid attack. The Stormcloaks rallied fast however, and the initial charge came to a halt as the two forces met and close quarters combat began.

Morgan grinned wickedly as she changed stances, now opting for what was known as the Stance of Akatosh. Her mother never knew what she had taught her daughter, but Morgan had managed to tap into a few more dragon memories and this particular style would suit her well.

Left foot forwards, blade angled slightly over my head, always looking at my blade...

She grinned as she began to move, every step dodging the Stormcloak blades that whistled by her by inches while her own blade cut through the flimsy armour and the flesh and blood that it was meant to protect. She ducked as three arrows whistled by her right ear and launched a barrage of fireballs in the direction where the arrows had come from, her magicka reserves dropping sharply as a result.

Morgan smiled as she sensed Serana come alongside her, her hands alight with a purple hue.

"Time to make things a little more interesting," Serana grinned before throwing her hands outwards, her necromancy coming into effect. The yells of alarm from the Stormcloaks as the dead started to rise was the catalyst that would spell the end of the enemy charge.

Ulfric snarled in distaste as the corpses started to attack his forces.

Bitch. Using the fallen as a weapon...

"Advance!" He yelled, running forwards as quickly as his legs would allow.

He sighed as the first Imperial soldier tried to dodge his first swing, and barely flinched as his axe scalped the top of his head, blood and skull fragments spattering his armour. He moved on, his loyal soldiers forming a shield wall in front, the archers taking positions behind them.

At least the Imperial training was good for something. This brings back bad memories.

"Move!" Ulfric commanded, holding his shield up to absorb an arrow that would have pierced his skull and gritted his teeth.

The dragons are a menace but our archers are making it hard for them.

As this thought formed in his mind, a bronze dragon slammed into the side of the bridge that connected Windhelm to the outlying area before falling into the icy waters below, dozens of arrow shafts riddling the armour of the ancient creature. Ulfric had a brief moment to smile before strange lights erupted from beneath the water and raced past him...