The goose flinches beneath the onslaught. The visceral sound of its pain causes even a hardened man like Emet-Selch to flinch. But he closes in after her arrows and slices off one of the heads. As blood fountains out of the neck, he whisks himself back on wind magic and starts to raise his hand again to cast more fire. But the other two heads - enraged by their joint attack - try to bite him out of the air. He's forced to retreat.

"We need to burn the stump or the head will grow back!" he shouts.