That moment when you're avenging the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, my favorite faction by far, and I run across a guard using fire magic. I know, as head canon, I just know that he was one of the ones to set fire to the sancturary. Im about to launch an arrow through the pocket of air within his head where his brain would be, but instead I slow down time and calmy, with exact precision, shoot him in his knee. With the pentup anger of a thousand silent suns, I stalk up to this man, on his knees, and punch the arrow further in with a bash of my bow, proceeding to finish him with a cut to the throat.

Faggit. Serve Sithis in hell.