A/N: The character in this story is a rather sarcastic, female wood elf, if you were wondering. This is also my very first fanfiction, so I'd imagine it's not too well-written.
I do not own Oblivion, as much as I would like to.
It was just an average day. Well, for me, anyway. And an average day for me is fighting for my life in the name of some random idiot, or sheer boredom.
This time, it was sheer boredom.
With nothing else planned for the day, I had decided to find some dank, smelly hole for to explore. Or an ancient ruin that was constantly threatening to collapse in on top of my head. Or even some bandits to disembowel. Anything to distract me from the biting cold of the Jerall Mountains. I didn't have to wait long. Trouble draws to me like a Khajiit to Skooma.
Just as I had spotted a lovely little cave, the entrance to said cave flung open, and bandits poured out. The archers lifted their bows to aim at me and the 'warriors' charged at me, full-speed.
What a warm welcome.
I swiftly ducked under every sword that flew over my head and dodged every arrow that flew past me. I managed to slip past their defenses in between lunges, and, kicking the wooden 'door' off its hinges, I flew inside, into the darkness.
My footsteps made no sounds, but the stumbling group behind me filled the tunnels with curses and shouts. Their echoing footfalls steadily grew louder. Those pathetic little tableware snatchers were catching up?! I felt a rush of irritation. If I couldn't outrun those losers, I've gotten weaker. And slower.
I was, as usual, cursed to run into more bad luck. As I rushed past the next corner, I found myself facing a wall. A wall. Of course.
I spun around to face the group of 'tableware snatchers', whom were looking quite angry, slightly smug, and a whole lot of tired. I idly wondered how many I could take down in one blast of frost magic.
As I raised my hand to find the answer, time seemed to pause around me. Everything froze. I couldn't even move. And then, slowly, I saw words appear to the bottom left of my vision:
killall
Killall? What the hell did that mean?!
Time unfroze around me, and the words vanished. Stupidly, I spun around to the wall to search for the strange words, but they were gone.
Not even half a second later, I heard a dozen screams. I spun back around, ready to blast the head off the first person who charged me. But instead, I saw the limp corpses of the bandits fall to the cold stone floor. As funny as some of their positions were, I was utterly shocked, and more than a little disturbed. They had just been perfectly fine! But then… maybe that's what the "killall" had meant? I braced myself for the "all" part to reach me. But it didn't. I was completely normal.
Then I was angry.
That had been all the bandits in the cave. Now I'm gonna have to go back out into the cold!
I gritted my teeth and I stepped over the corpses as I muttered to myself, "Damn stupid cheater did it again!"