How I survived the encounter I will leave to the unknown: I suspect Azura's hand in the matter or sheer luck - perhaps both independently, perhaps they are functionally one and the same. The dremora saw me from the other end of a hallway, and charged, shouting something, but I couldn't make out what over the din of his metal boots slamming into the stone flooring. I was very lucky on two specific fronts: firstly, that I had chanced to buy a silver sword in Balmora and, secondly, that he was completely naked above the waist. I assume dremora don't often fight amateur swordsmen as I was able to cut deep into his torso, the silver blade slicing into him incredibly easily,
leaving a molten gash behind it. I accidentally caught the blow of his sword on my shield and the force of the blow sent both the dremora's sword and me skittering across the stonework. I watched from behind it as my silver sword, lodged in his midriff, slowly sunk through the bottom of his torso, the molten spot left behind rapidly widening until it consumed him. His screams have been haunting me: I had assumed a dremora would feel only anger and rage but his screams were full of terror and pain too. The bottom half of my sword clattered into the ground as he melted away, his substance not reaching the ground before it faded into oblivion. His boots, greaves, and legplates did