#and told him how to get to bolderfall

[heshemejoshi]

quick alfion sketch before bed RAGVGGGHHGGHGH!?!?!?

[theoryend-blog]

Shove for Therion

The sneer on Darius’ face is one that sends chills down his spine, it feels like a bad dream. This can’t be happening again. Not again. First the red bluffs of Bolderfall and now the cold depths of Northreach. To think that history would repeat once again. Perhaps he should have brought some of his traveling companions with him, but he didn’t. He wanted to finish his problem on his own.

“Well well well, where’s your friends? Did they get bored of you too and just leave? Run out of uses for you?”

He wanted to punch Darius. But he was once again at the edge of a cliff and unable to defend himself. Heathcote was nowhere to be seen, as he had told the old man to stay out of this now. It’s as Cyrus once said, “those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Or whatever the scholar had said.

“Well mate? Am I right? They left after you wanted to head for a frozen hellhole, didn’t they? Heh.”

“Shut. Up.”

It was only his own mistakes that led to this. He should have known he would need his companions for this last fight. Darius was just too strong to fight on his own.

“Oh? That’s not what happened? Heh. I think I see now. Heh... Heheh- pff-”

The other broke down into laughter, and Therion tried to use this as his chance to stand up and strike. However Darius was faster and pushed him back after parrying his blow. Therion slipped, falling backwards over the cliff. He struggled, barely managing to grab onto the ledge. Darius didn’t bother kneeling down, he simply stood over him.

“You’ve grown sentimental again. Haven’t you? Didn’t want them to get hurt because of me?”

“Shut up Darius.”

Another laugh was his response. Therion tried to pull himself up, but Darius stopped that quickly by simply stepping on one of his hands. Therion gasped, and nearly fell again, but kept his grip on the ledge.

“That’s it, isn’t it?! Oh you sentimental fool! Mate, you’ve learned NOTHING!”

He made a promise to get those dragonstones back, but... 

“You’ve lost your touch too. That fool’s bangle just proves how useless you really are!”

He might not be able to keep that promise.

An idea came to mind though. If he could pull Darius down with him... Then maybe the stones will find their way back to the Ravuses on their own. Of course, he’ll still try to make it so the other was the only one going off the ledge, but if push comes to shove...

Using his still free hand, he moved as if he was going to pull himself back up, and as he expected, Darius went to kick him back down once again. Only this time, Therion moved faster and grabbed onto the other’s ankle.

“Eh?? What the hell are you doing?!”

A smirk crossed Therion’s face for the first time since their fight broke out.

“Oh? What’s that Darius? Did you lose your touch?”

Still keeping his grip on the ledge, he tugged hard on the other’s leg, causing Darius to lose his balance and fall over the ledge with him. However, just as Therion had expected, the other grabbed onto his leg on the way down. Of course.

“Asshole! Fuck you!”

“Hm. No.”

He made sure his grip on the ledge was solid before attempting to kick Darius off of his leg. The thief had an iron grip though, and Therion was getting more and more annoyed. He continued to try to get the other to let go, and was about to simply let go of the ledge and let them both fall to their deaths when a familiar shout was heard.

“Therion!”

He looked away from Darius, seeing all seven of (plus Linde) his traveling companions there. He called out to them, and looked back down at Darius. The other’s eyes were wide, and he knew what was next. They both knew.

“No! You bastard- I’m not-”

The arrow that cut off Darius was a relief. It hit the guy in the left eye, and Therion couldn’t help but feel a smug satisfaction as seeing the other’s remaining eye stare at him as his grip slipped and he fell.

“Hey! Partner! Maybe if you survive that drop you’ll learn to stop being an asshole!”

The glare he got made it all worth staying on that ledge for just a bit longer. He held up a hand for one of the others to help him up, and Olberic was the one to take it. Both the warrior and H’aanit were the first ones that he saw once he was back on solid ground, and he could safely assume the arrow was H’aanit’s despite him having not heard her speak or seen her stand above him to get that shot.

Alfyn and Ophilia were instantly by his side to help him get to the inn despite his injuries, and Cyrus and Tressa were by the dragonstones and making sure they were properly packed so they wouldn’t get damaged on the way back. Primrose was there to keep the rest of Darius’ thieves away, and to lead the way back out of there.

“Thanks for the save.”

“Thank Heathcote if anything! What were you thinking, running off without us?!”

That scolding tone was from Tressa, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He was glad to have allies that would go looking for him if he did something stupid like this again.

He was glad that (maybe) Darius was gone.

At the bottom of the snowy cliff, a certain thief adorned in green was trying to call out, trying to push himself back up. Each time he failed, and each time he was ignored.

Unlike Therion, no one would be showing up to save him.