A red-headed celt dressed in sandals, bodice, blouse, and 'fisherman's' trousers, weilding a black, red-glowing sword almost as long as she is, dashing madly through foothill, dale, wildflowers and underbrush, chasing after a fleeing white tail deer...
...and almost catching up with it well enough to smack it with the sword. (She tripped and missed when I hit the 'swing' button).
All that's really missing from this scenario is some sort of fierce battlecry.
God, I love Oblivion. *g*
ETA: Heh. Forgoing the whole sword thing and just punching them when they get in range works MUCH better.
Dear lord, I'm playing Cu Chulainn with tits! *eg*
