Jerem and Vorstag were improving against many of the Dwemer constructs left behind in endless patrol. Spiders could be crushed under Vorstag’s mace or axe. Spheres had to be swiftly dodged and their rolling halted, but after that a couple well-placed fireballs interfered enough with their functioning and they collapsed.

But Centurions were another matter entirely.

“The knees!” Jerem shouted over the hissing steam. “Wedge something in its knees!”