The Dragonborn didn't even want to think about what was the mysteriously soggy and dark substance she was stepping in as she lurched backward to avoid the sharp teeth of the Skeever that was coming after her.

Readjusting the hilt of her ebony sword in her right hand, she swung the blade at the oversized rat, slicing a long gash over the top of its head.

The creature hissed, recoiling backward, and the woman lunged to thrust her blade downward, directly into its middle. The Skeever's spine was severed as her sword pierced all the way through it, the disease-riddled beast letting out a final howl before going limp.

Her Skeever now soaking in a pool of its own blood, the Dragonborn turned to see how her companion was faring against her opponent.

Icy panic spiked into the pits of her stomach at the sight that she was greeted with.

Serana was raising the Elder Scroll that she always had strapped to her back over her head, and the Dragonborn could not get her paralyzed body to obey her, to move, to stop Serana, before the vampire brought the legendary artifact down upon the Skeever's skull.

There was a loud crack!, and the overgrown rat squealed before it collapsed onto the sewer floor, dead.

"Serana!" The Dragonborn gasped in horror, quickly sliding her weapon into the sheathe attached to her hip as she rushed toward the vampire. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The vampire straightened herself, clutching the Scroll, its gold surface now stained with a splotch of red, in both of her palms.

Serana shrugged at her, her expression indifferent. "I dropped my dagger. This was all I had."

Hissing through her teeth, the Dragonborn wrapped her own fingers around the end of the Elder Scroll, and Serana let her yank it from her grip without resistance.

"Elder Scrolls are very powerful and rare artifacts! We must treat them with care, not use them as blunt-force weapons against Skeevers!" She scolded the vampire while using the heel of her hand to wipe the blood away and flick it off against the nearest wall.

"Hmm hmm," Serana hummed rather sardonically, and the Dragonborn stabbed her with a disapproving glare. "Yes, I'm well aware." The vampire gave her one of her characteristic shit-eating grins, folding her arms behind her back.

Huffing, the Dragonborn brushed her fingers along the metallic sleeve of the Scroll, then stopped seconds later as a thought struck her.

"Wait a damn second, you have magic! This was not all you had." She growled at her companion, cupping the Scroll protectively against herself.

Gods, this vampire was really driving her up the wall.