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Pieces of brass and illuminated parabolic tracings exploded from the back of the walking giant. The sputtering earth and sea caked upwards as its vapor blood gushed from open pipes and boilers.  It did not seem to react save for the pained clutch in the after words, standing still a moment, its arms falling limp.

What a sweet kiss that was. It is my only wish that I could grant that sugary tingle to all the rest of you.

It swivelled about its lower end, and an engine whined as the Heart pumped faster. It made construct from empty air and resealed his broken hole better than flesh, better than time. The gentle hum of its juniper blue was all that gave evidence to life still sitting. The joints reseized themselves, the pistons pushing their charge the right direction again.

I will always love you.

Unsheathed from blended, indistinct brass along it's spine a blade procured itself, wielded singularly in CHIM's hand, though like so it did not seem possible. The shimmering mechanical edge made the air glow as it swivelled through it, a hot hiss as it cut the space in two.

Cloaked in fluffed billows, the mixed auras that so defined it's existence lit up the clouds with thick droplets, beaming out more colours than Magnus ever could. It was this rainbow which emerged through the steam, fast as light, white-hot blade swinging downwards with bone-exploding intensity.

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Different size, same scale. After all, what was space to him?

Huh, what was space to him?

Shadow and smoke wrapped around the blade then re-formed into a body. The momentum carried the stroke downwards, cleaving the ocean behind and below him into two with its force and heaving up the melted seabed. 

"Swords, is it?" He asked. The elegantly curved blade made of night did not appear in his hand so much as it stopped not existing. He knew now that there was some other being within the Brass God, some central intelligence that was not Dwemeri. No Dwemer he had ever heard tell of would have known how to inhabit the god and still have felt the need for a weapon in the physical. 

His night blade rose, but did not swing. Holding it skyward, he commanded the stars, which danced into a cluster and crowded around the sun. In another life and body the light would have destroyed him, but in yet another it was -HEGAGERGERK.

SO THAT IS SPACE TO ME.

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Light. Light too must be ended. The dragon before his hat needed to be soothed. Blend the red back into the blue, blacken the pigment, darken the world. So that it may be brilliant again, gold and alabaster. I feel it burn now, mottling the pure essence of self distilled into every organ concealed under my brilliant skin. A sigh, a longing sigh, for you who also must be ended.

The sigh did not quite come out as such, as the built-up hum suddenly expelled into the dragon's face. Wisps of materiel sheared off of the form, blowing away in the sonic wind. More a scream, frustrated and confused, as the blade heaved hissing out of the ocean, its form somehow changed, tempered, the brass discoloured.

Open flames rivaled the New One's display, meeting space and time with a hot embrace, making messenger the crackled air and hissing ocean. The blade again rose but without the futility of swinging at nothing. Instead, it hung there, wailing as CHIM 0 blasted senseless noise into the immaterial's ears.

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Heat and steam were shouted in his face. Pain unlike what his human body could have imagined laced across him and he lashed out blindly, hitting metallic flesh with a desperation blow meant to stave off and disengage rather than wound before the dragon took over.

The dragon could imagine the pain, and so breathed it out. The humanoid body warped and altered before settling back into itself, only with black scales instead of white skin. Eyes of fire peeked out at the Brass God, the first worthy opponent either of him could have found in eons of active search. 

Such understanding. Such a high perception of something the fools of one of his kinds took as something so simple, a child's toy used by the short-lived of their species (as in, those who could be short-lived by being shoved brutally into human bodies). 

FUS. 

Force. The application thereof was not a club, but the most precise of scalpels, as shown by

RO.

Balance. Human and Dragon, space and time, water and land, sky and earth, life and death. Of course, not all examples were balanced. He knew all too well that not all life is followed by death, and he had payed a bitter price for such a prize, as a man, as a dragon, and as a god. The trick was to find the place where everything was balanced enough, balanced just so in your favor and

DAH!

Push. The use of force and/or balance to discplace something from point a to point b. With precision than Sunbird weapons technicians would only know in their most closely guarded and uncomfortably erotic dreams he flew behind the force of his own shout. Halfway between the starting point and he transformed once more, no man nor dragon flew from him, but a single point of light sprouted his true body, bellowing life and creatia itself. A massive serpent, black and red, flung itself and impaled the Brass God's soul along its length. Lorkhan wound around the pretender and bit it in the throat, tearing magic and brass from its place before driving his head into the other god's heart.

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Hoping the Dwemer stayed close, Rufo wove through the mushroom towers. Something in his head- urgency, the dwarf, the sorceress Ivy or all three, drove him to a single door of a single mushroom house. He slammed his fists against it and screamed:

"Laria! Dan Curint! Please, see me and help!"

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Crushing pressure seized the snake behind its head, crunching and crumpling metal resonating through the air as CHIM 0 strove to bring the writhing pillar to a halt. It laughed, a hollow, giddy laugh, crackling along with its sheets of brilliant bronze as the behemoth fell sliding through the ocean under the force of the Voice.
But that was as unreal as the end of time itself. CHIM 0 kept giggling his way to infinity. "I CANNOT BE STOPPED."

Oh, your enthusiasm and passion is to be admired. But destroying my Heart will only make things a little... messier. I told you it would be easier if you had just shut up and lay down without a peep, but you had to try and be a hero. You don't understand what destroying my Heart will do, do you? You don't know the consequences. To be fair, I don't either, but I know it won't be good. Are you sure that's what you want to do? Are you absolutely positive?

Well alright. Have it your way.

The mechanical grip let go as CHIM's hips splashed into the ocean. What once was Leon plunged into his chest, and the dragon did more than break.

The tower jumped through a synapse in time, all the bits and pieces of the Nine pried apart by the force of the impact. CHIM 0 exploded, and from his thinly-veiled carapace sprung many things. The realms of Aurbis pooled, what once was, what should have been, and suddenly blinked.

Void. White darkness enveloped. There was no sounds to make or to be made heard, or anything ocular to be visualised. Just an intense heat, a feeling of rot, all-consuming, and then nothing.

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"Well, fuck." Leon said. Then he furrowed his brow, looked down at his hands, stretched his fingers. 

In short order he took stock of the nothing around him. In this place he, at least, still had a body. The part that threw him for a loop was that it was his. His old one, that is to say. Only without pain. 

With nothing to measure against, he had no way of knowing if he was at the peak of his power having come through the other side of agony or reduced to before he started to burn his own body away. 

There was, of course, no floor. The walking motion Leon made to propel himself was simply something he did to enjoy himself and the use of his physical form, since he had his favorite body back. He knew it wouldn't last. Either he would succeed in what he meant to do and go back to being himself plus the other two as that third thing that was "pretty much" Lorkhan or this white nothing- white here being used loosely since there was no color and no thing to be colored- would consume him and he would never be. 

On a hunch, he willed his footfalls to make the noise of solid shoes on marble. They did so. He huffed in mild surprise. So the gods really were dead this time, and now whatever he willed would be for simple lack of competition.

CHIM 0 had been, as far as he was concerned, an abomination, a freakish misuse of what could have been interpreted as mad genius given form. His mind had been laced inside it when everything stopped, and he had sensed one other. 

"Okay, then," Leon said at normal speaking volume. There was no space, the other would hear it because Leon willed all who still were to hear. "I am here, Thalmor, and I felt you inside it. Come to me and let me tell you what I think of your 'consequences.'"

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"Come now, you can't hide forever. Well, uh, I guess since every moment here is forever and no time at all, you can."

Anyone else would have gone mad, but Leon had lived so long and his memories had compressed and expanded so many times he cruised through the no-where and the no-time as close to comfortably as one could in a place with no tactile sensory stimulants whatsoever. 

"I will find you. Forever ago, forever away and right fucking now."

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"All this tactical bullshit is PISSING ME OFF!" Leon shouted. "Face the inevitable and stand for your beliefs!"

Since there was no actual passage of time, to call Leon bored or impatient wouldn't be entirely accurate. But then they wouldn't be wholly wrong, either.

"So how long have you been alive, Thalmor? A few thousand years, maybe? I got so old I had to compress my memories, to bleed together similar events so my head wouldn't literally explode. Do you know what it feels like to see two dear friends and be surprised that there's two? Do you know what it means to see the place where dozens of your friends died and thinking of them all under one name and face? Have you ever tasted the true bleak loneliness of killing your children day after day after day? I know only one other who has and he left long ago.

I still stand and face the world, I don't smash the board because I can't take losing the game. Now stand with me and play out the final round."