Kynareth save me, these spriggans are fast! From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Jenassa’s startled face as I speed past her, with the enemy close behind. The rest of the world collapses into one endless moment of terror. It seems as if, all my life, I’ve always been running down this path, always felt my heart about to burst from my chest, always heard the blood pounding in my ears. And on some level, I’m aware that if I lose my footing, I won’t have to worry about the spriggans killing me — the fall will take care of that.
Just as my aching legs are about to collapse, I become aware of other noises behind me — the sounds of sudden combat. I don’t seem to be getting hit, so I’m pretty sure it doesn’t involve me for once — and in that moment, my sense of time snaps back to its normal shape. I decide to risk turning around for a look, and immediately curse the structure of this extreme slope. Since the spire blocks my view of the actual path, I can’t see a damn thing.
But even though my eyes aren’t giving me much information, my ears still work just fine — and the combat I’m hearing definitely involves Jenassa. Unless there’s someone else around here that knows how to swear in Dunmer, it’s clear that she’s successfully distracted the enemy.
That realization cuts through the last of my fear. With my wife’s safety now uppermost in my mind, I skid to a halt, barely managing to avoid going straight over the edge. Swiftly drawing forth Dawnbreaker, I spin around to confront any spriggan who might still be hard on my heels — but much to my relief, there’s no longer anyone there.