Chapter 26, "Hero of Light"
A Skyrim fanfiction.
Dawnbreaker slammed into the left ribcage of a straw dummy clad in leather armor. When coming into contact with inanimate objects, the sword’s enchantment did not activate. If it had, the dummy would have been a pile of smoldering embers by now.
I unceremoniously and haphazardly attacked the dummy. Neck. Shoulder. Hip. Stomach. The point of the sword ruptured the leather armor and lodged into the straw abdomen. I gave the sword a twist for good measure. If the dummy had blood, it would have bled to death.
“You’re a lot better than ya used to be,” called a familiar gravelly voice. I looked toward the dimly lit doorway to find a smiling Stenvar. “Anatha, but better,” he added.
Anatha. There was that word again. Yrsarald had called me that on several occasions. What did it mean? Ah, yes. ‘Clumsy’.
With a relatively effortless swing, the dummy was decapitated.
“Why don’t you spare the poor strawman,” said the sellsword. “Spar with me. No charge, this time.” His eyes twinkled when he grinned.
Normally his cheerfulness was infectious. Not today.