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thatboreddrake · 9 months

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Final Parting:

So, was thinking about my hc on how Yura and Eleonora's fight went down and wanted to get it down on paper. Dragonhearted canon, but no spoilers for that story as far as I know. So yeah, here we go:

Eleonora twisted her blade, and her opponent’s labored breathing drowning into a murmur as he began to choke on his own blood. She planted one foot in the small of his back and kicked him to the ground, withdrawing her blade in one stroke. She looked down in disgust as he crawled forward, desperate to reclaim his bloody mace. She knew the Beast’s Claw would not bleed out from his many wounds; her blade’s enchantment of flame saw to that. Nonetheless, she had pierced his heart and the damage was done. Surely, he could not last much longer. His pathetic struggle was interrupted by a coughing fit that left the brown hood which concealed his face stained red with his own blood. Eleonora jabbed her poleblade into his foot, pinning it to the ground. Instead of a cry of pain, the man grunted and continued pulling himself forward, even as the blade seared his flesh.

Eleonora scowled. “Why continue to fight, dog? Your goddess cannot hear your cries for help. Your Golden Order has fallen. Truly, would you not find peace in the release of death?”

Magnus scoffed, and his body was wracked with another coughing fit. “You bloody heretics see naught past your own hedonistic desires. I seek not redemption, nor peace, nor the pity of some far-off deity. I wish only to guard what good is left in this world by purging you and your traitorous ilk.”

Eleonora roared a retort, her voice deepened by draconic might. “CALL ME A TRAITOR, WOULD YOU?! SHORT-SIGHTED FOOL! I WAS A KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN ORDER! I FOUGHT THEIR WARS! KILLED THEIR ENEMIES! AND WHEN WE HAD OUTLIVED OUR USEFULNESS, THE GOLDEN ORDER CAST US ASIDE! BRANDED US AS VILE APOSTATES, FIT ONLY TO BE HUNTED DOWN AND EXTERMINATED! IT WAS THE GOLDEN ORDER WHICH BETRAYED ME!”

In her rage, Eleonora pulled her blade from the ground, giving her opponent a crucial opening. Bringing the claw seal to his lips, Magnus whispered a short incantation. Stones from the floor of the church rose from the ground and flew towards the Drake Knight’s helmet. Instinctively, she brought her arm up to shield her eyes. In that moment, Magnus seized his blood-stained morningstar.

“You know not how deceived you have been. May the Erdtree have mercy on you in the next life, for I shall show none in this one.”

With that, Magnus gripped his weapon in both hands and swung for his adversary’s helm, hoping to end the fight in one final strike. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged how quickly she would recover from his diversion. Eleonora sidestepped and spun her poleblade in a wide arc, severing Magnus’ hands at the wrists. They, along with his mace, fell harmlessly to the ground, and the stoic cleric screamed. It was a horrendous sound, more akin to the dying roar of some great beast than the pained cries of a man. Eleonora betrayed no reaction to the sound, for she had seen more than her share of bloodshed in her lifetime. In any case, it wouldn’t do to draw so much attention, especially so close to Leyndell’s outer walls. She stepped forward and ended his suffering in one clean stroke that separated his head from his shoulders. Eleonora sighed.

That’s another one of Varre’s messes taken care of.

Rumor was that a certain Blue Sentinel was wreaking havoc on the whole operation. Nerijus was missing in action. Varre hadn’t heard from Konrad in more than a month. Not that a lack of communication was odd for the solitary raven, but this was too long even for him. Of course Okina checked in occasionally, but he wasn’t exactly the most cooperative sort. So, of course, the job of sorting out Varre’s issues fell to her. She knew full well who the source of the trouble was, but she wasn’t exactly keen on seeing him again. Not yet anyway. Something drew her vision to the statue at the head of the church. The marble white statue of the Golden Order’s goddess would’ve towered over any congregation. The spray from Eleonora’s most recent kill had stained the lower portions red with blood, yet it had not nearly reached to the statue’s outstretched arms.

Flaming typical. You wade through the blood of enemies and sycophants but refuse to get your own hands dirty. Easier to cast aside a tool than atone for one’s own sins, eh?

A footstep crunched on leaves at the temple’s entrance. Eleonora wheeled around, anticipating some unfortunate Lordsworn. The sight that greeted her eyes instead instantly drained all color from her face.

No. Not him. Not now. I need more time. I’m so close!

The wanderer kept his sword sheathed as he approached. His brown cloak billowed in the breeze, and an iron basket concealed his face. It was him, no doubt about it. The specter from her past, come back to haunt her. A righteous blade, come to judge her for her transgressions. Her foe. Her friend. Her curse. Her love. Her greatest regret. Her only comfort.

“Yura. Why have you come?”

He continued walking. “I have come to bring you home, Nora.”

Unbidden, tears began to stream from her eyes. How long had it been since she had heard that name? “That’s not possible. I can’t go back. You don’t know the things I’ve done. How could you ever forgive what I have become?”

Yura stopped, mere yards away from the woman he had once called his wife. “I know well the path which you have walked. I knew it from the day you left to walk it. But please, Nora, I don’t have much time left. I feel as though I am being eaten from the inside. Allow me to make this right. Let me help you cleanse the cessblood!”

Yura withdrew a red orb from within his robe. Though Eleonora knew not its nature, she recognized it as a crystal tear of the Erdtree.

Eleonora choked back her sobs, anger creeping into her voice. “And if I do? If I take this prospective cure, what then? The lives I’ve taken would have been for naught! I am still no closer to purging the dragon. Would you spare the lives of strangers, just to watch me die as a true monster? For that is what your ‘cure’ would condemn me to!”

Yura sighed. “I feared that you would answer as such. Then you leave me no choice. If you will not allow me to purge your cessblood, then I will do what I must.”

In one motion, Yura stowed the crystal tear and drew the Nagakiba from its scabbard.

Eleonora looked at him in shock. “You would draw your weapon on me, my love? Years ago I begged you to kill me, that I might be free of this burden! Yet you refused! And now, when all I need is for you to forget me, you would take my life instead?”

Yura assumed a fighting stance, his sword level over his head. “I seek not the death of you, the woman I love, but the death of the monster you have become.”

Eleonora scowled. “Well then, I shall fight for the right to survive, as I always have! Have at you.”

Yura lunged forward, his sword sweeping a downward arc towards her sword hand. Eleonora deftly dodged backwards, answering with a strike of her own. Yura kept his feet planted and parried her poleblade to the side. Rather than exploiting the opening to strike at her side, he instead retreated two steps, using his slightly greater reach as a natural guard. Roaring, Eleonora charged at him, her blade sweeping long arcs on either side of her body to guard against a counterattack. The two exchanged blow after blow, neither able to gain the upper hand over the other. The warriors had fought side by side for decades, and each knew the other’s fighting style by heart. So long as Yura maintained his distance, Eleonora knew she would be unable to end the fight. However, utilizing her greater strength to her advantage, she forced Yura to be constantly on the defense.

Something is off about his style. He’s being far more defensive than usual.

Eleonora taunted her opponent. “Looking to end the fight in one blow, are you? You would do well to not underestimate so, Yu.”

Yura maintained his composure, keeping his distance. “On the contrary, Nora. I do not wish to inflict unnecessary suffering. One blow is all I shall need.”

The Drake Knight roared back. “Such unwarranted arrogance! Or do your old eyes not perceive that it is you being driven back?”

Yura continued to calmly parry his opponent’s vicious flurry. “Look not to individual battles for the result of a war. If the leader is removed, will not an army collapse?”

The head then, or the heart. You’ve given yourself away, Yu.

Eleonora redoubled her assault, certain to keep a close guard over the more vital areas. While she couldn’t rule out that he may try to end the fight via decapitation, she guessed that the former Loremaster would not risk triggering a wyrm transformation. Thus, logically, he would seek to pierce her heart, killing her and her dragons in one fell swoop. Eleonora determined she was not going to let that happen. She had given up too much in the pursuit of life to simply lay down and die now. Besides, if she died, then she had no guarantee that Varre would keep his promise. She had to stay alive.

Flame of Irassax, come forth!

The dragon’s head grew from the small of her back, enveloping her own helmet. The flames burned grass and scorched brick as they poured forth, but Yura rolled underneath the worst of it. Eleonora scowled and came at Yura with a renewed fury.

“I’m giving you this one last chance, Yu. Walk away, please. Forget me and leave me to my fate.”

Even under the iron kasa, Eleonora could see the pain in his eyes. “I cannot do that, Eleonora. Your slaughter cannot continue unabated. As your comrade, your husband, your friend, I cannot allow you to continue in this way.”

Tears once more flowed down her face even as she struck to kill the one she loved most. “Then you shall die, as have all the others who have challenged me. Would that you had chosen a different course.”

Eleonora feinted towards his head, then redirected to strike towards his midsection. Yura ignored the feint. But instead of keeping his guard up, he swept his sword downwards so as to disarm her. The Drake Knight was the quicker blade, however, and the air was once again filled with a pungent odor as her blade burned through flesh, blood, and cloth alike. Yura grunted and dropped the Nagakiba, all strength gone in his arms. Eleonora instantly dropped her weapon and caught Yura underneath the arms. She removed both of their helmets, for she wished to look him in the eye one last time.

She saw that his cheeks mirrored hers, stained with tears as they were. “Why? Why must you be so obstinate? Why sacrifice so much for the life of those you would never meet? Would it not have been better had you simply killed me when I requested it?”

Yura cupped her cheek with his left hand, and she placed her right hand on top of it. He felt he could enjoy this sight for all eternity, for her skin was clear of scales and her eyes were once more a piercing blue. “I will tell you now as I told you then. I could never harm you, dragon of my heart.”

Before Eleonora could process what he meant by that, he grabbed her right hand with his left. He pulled it into the space between them, as his right hand unsheathed a concealed wakizashi from his cloak. In one motion, he severed the finger which marked her as a Pureblood Knight, otherwise known as a Bloody Finger. Eleonora looked down, too shocked to speak or even cry in pain. Of course, blood magic combined with draconic power had already closed the wound, but the ramifications of such an act went beyond personal injury.

“Yu, do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!”

Yura coughed up a mouthful of blood. Deep within his pupils, Eleonora swore she saw a glimmer of yellow. “I’ve sliced the finger off. Please, please, Eleonora, yield to the cessblood no longer. Do not stain the immaculacy of your sword, your flesh, your fire…”

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