The time sink that is Skyrim continues. My not quite Edward James Olmos adventurer finds himself in a really old dungeon, up against a vampire. Pretty sure those aren't the nicest of people...
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My hardest fight so far took place while exploring this dungeon. When I say fight I meant "run away as fast as possible" since I came face to face with a Master Vampire, a foe which I'm sure I shouldn't be facing yet.
At a certain point before I realised Mr Undead was way out of my league, that point being when my health was down to almost nothing.
So I ran like a pussy, trying to set off fire traps behind me. I looked back and he was still on my heels, pale and murderous as ever. Why did I even think that would work? I had drained all my magicka throwing firebolts at him already. Stamina depleted and slowing down, I dropped off the nearest edge and prayed. Ah, but the gods abandoned me when I needed them most.
Like a deadlier version of Groundhog Day, I had saved my game at a bad point, slap bang just before Mr Undead. So, a change to my tactic.
This time it would be "run away as fast as possible and slam the doors behind me", a tactic which worked really well.
So I ran like a pussy, trying to set off fire traps behind me. I looked back and he was still on my heels, pale and murderous as ever. Why did I even think that would work? I had drained all my magicka throwing firebolts at him already. Stamina depleted and slowing down, I dropped off the nearest edge and prayed. Ah, but the gods abandoned me when I needed them most.
Like a deadlier version of Groundhog Day, I had saved my game at a bad point, slap bang just before Mr Undead. So, a change to my tactic.
This time it would be "run away as fast as possible and slam the doors behind me", a tactic which worked really well.
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