Nayla ripped her steel axe from the body of a draugr, quickly whipping around to decapitate another.
Inigo pierced the lightly armored body of another draugr with his trusty daedric basket hilt broadsword.
"This is getting ridiculous!"
Nayla shouted as she cleaved through the bow and body of another draugr. She didn't keep count, but at least thirty undead bodies littered the floor, and continued to pile.
"Agreed, this is very stupid!"
Inigo yelled as he drew his ebony bow. Five more undead erupted from their graves, and Nayla nearly screamed out of frustration.
"No more! You all die, here and now!"
She yelled as fire magic flared in her left hand. Inigo rushed behind her and nocked an arrow.
Nayla threw a fireball, the resounding explosion dismantling the draugr. Nayla spotted a wooden door, and jumped at it.
She hit the door with a thud, finding it was locked.
"Oh screw that!"
She slammed her axe in the middle of the door, and tore it off the hinges with anger enhanced strength.
Inigo slid across the floor to follow, shooting an arrow straight through the skull of a draugr.
Nayla leaped down the stairs, kicking open a pair of iron doors. Inigo ran past her, and she slammed the door.
The thud of bodies hitting the other side was instantly heard. Nayla leaned on the door, sliding down to the floor slowly.
"That was terrifying. I am glad I did not obtain any more scars."
Inigo said, trying to raise the tired Nayla's spirits. He succeeded, as she cracked a tiny smile.
She stood, lodging a chair in the door for good measure.
"C'mon, let's go see what they were defending."
She said, proceeding down the stone hallway. Inigo followed, glancing at the iron door nervously.
"If it is anything near as dangerous as they were, I say we leave here."
Inigo muttered. Nayla hummed in agreement, opening another wooden door.
-Transistion-
Nayla squinted at the words on the wall, finding that she could understand them somehow.
"Inigo, I think we need to get out of here."
She said, suddenly feeling extremely fearful of what was beyond the writings.
"Why? What is wrong my friend?"
Inigo asked, looking at the writings. Nayla ran an armored hand through her hair, trying to push down the lurking feeling of fear.
"These writings say two words over and over again. Whatever is beyond that door is dangerous. More dangerous than the draugr."
Inigo groaned, placing his hand on the hilt of his daedric basket broadsword.
"What do they say?"
Nayla placed a hand on her face, her blue eyes darting around nervously.
"Fear him. Over and over again, no difference, no misspellings, just those two words."
Inigo scowled. He hated things that made his friend nervous. She had ticks every so often, but when things made her fidget, he knew it was bad.
He walked over to the door, gripping his broadsword a little harder. He then reared back and kicked the door full force, breaking both doors off the hinges.
Nayla jumped at the sound, drawing her steel axe. She watched as Inigo proceeded through the doorway.
"Come on, let's see if we can get out of this place."
Nayla nodded, following him through the door.