You’re a thief.” Before Selene could retort, Delphine sighed and said, “Fine. “I’ve killed them with a sword and a bow, too. I have complete control of my beast form, and I don’t feed on humans.” Look, before you panic, let me assure you that you have nothing to fear. Selene looked the Breton dead in the eye and said, “Aye. Selene used the distraction to her advantage, dropping her bow and drawing her sword to decapitate the burning creature.ĭelphine walked up behind her as she cleaned her blade. The witch shrieked as her clothing and feathers caught fire. “You speak in riddles, werewolf!” the hagraven screeched, hurling more flames at her. “Do you people have a newsletter or something saying, ‘Don’t forget to throw a fireball at Selene’s left shoulder?’” Selene took the worst of it when she got too close to a hagraven, who shot flames at her and singed her shoulder. There must have been twenty of them, and as Selene and the others worked their way through the redoubt, they all sustained non-life-threatening injuries. It was effective, though, shooting lightning from its stony fingers and laying more than one Forsworn out. Esbern conjured a storm atronach, which looked to Selene like nothing more than a swirling mass of rocks. She hung back and fired arrows while Delphine and Brynjolf engaged the Forsworn hand to hand. They started moving cautiously toward the Karthspire redoubt, which was comprised of a series of wooden bridges and platforms strung across the Karth River along with stone structures on either bank. As soon as she spotted him, she loosed her arrow and he fell from the parapet on which he stood. She drew her bow and searched for the sniper. “Forsworn!” she cried, and they all dove for cover. “I’m learning.” An arrow sailed past her head. “I had imagined what it would be like, but I never…you truly are Dragonborn. “You mean one actually didn’t curse you?” “She said we were worthy foes.”īrynjolf chuckled. ![]() “Hi los bahlaan paalle,” she whispered as her soul entered Selene’s body. This one was a female, and her name was Kulaasdoiiz-Princess of Ice. She approached the dead dragon, who began to disintegrate. It screamed, soared briefly, and crashed to the ground. “A little help, Kynareth?” Selene whispered as she aimed and shot. It finally came back, hovered, and set its sights on Brynjolf, who was just getting to his feet. The dragon took to the air and they aimed their bows again, but they couldn’t get a good shot until it stopped moving. Selene’s heart wrenched, but he called out, “I’m okay,” before she could panic. Brynjolf took a full blast of frost from the dragon and dropped to the ground. Esbern conjured a flame atronach, who assisted him with his incendiary assault. It landed before them, and Brynjolf switched to his sword, but Selene and Delphine still stood back and shot. It swooped away, and they ran for solid ground, ready when it came back. It hovered over them and spat frost while the fighters pelted it with arrows and Esbern lobbed firebolts at it. That was as far as they got, though, because a dragon attacked when they were halfway across the bridge. ![]() Although there was the usual tension between Selene and Delphine, the women behaved themselves for the most part and they arrived at the bridge heading north to the Karthspire without incident.
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