Calaena focused on her senses. It was dark but it was silent. He could only see just as much as she did. Her finger tingled as they waited for her to use her spells. Thrynn and Byrnjolf wouldn't be able to fight in this situation it was her turn, her battle. And she was eager to do so.

Meanwhile Thrynn held Brynjolf in his arms in hopes of figuring out what to do to help the nord. The poison was setting in and quickly. He raised his hand to Byrnjolf's chest and waited. His breathing was shallow, he didn't have much time. This needed to end quickly if they wanted any chance of Brynjolf surviving.

She waited and waited but nothing ever happened. This wasn't right, he should have came at her already. That was . . . unless she wasn't the one he was going after.

" Thrynn!"

His head shot up at the cry of her voice. He managed to blink once before making out Mercer's figure in the dark. His reached for is dagger as he protectively covered Brynjolf as well as he could. Then a light of blue flashed. Calaena shoved Mercer to the ground before having him throw her off. Thrynn's heart pounded as he heard her groan after a thump as she it the ground, hard. He couldn't help but watch her. Her conjured sword gave enough light to see everything. She quickly rolled to jump out the range of Mercer's blade as he charged after her. She stumbled to her feet and began to counter attack.

Thrynn growled as the tip of Mercer's sword grazed her collar bone and nearly bounced in at the sight but the weight of Brynjolf kept him down. Now matter what happened he knew that he had to take this chance to get Brynjolf to safety. So he quickly laced the nord's arm around him and stood. He made sure to keep his steps quite and stayed in the dark. Once he got out of the cistern then surely he could find something, anything to help slow down the poison.

Calaena spotted them out of corner of her eye. Good, as long as Thrynn could get Brynjolf to safety then everything would be fine. But she couldn't let Mercer notice them.

Mercer once again went invisible and she stood, waiting. If there was one thing she knew about magic it was that there was always a weak spot. Her eyesight sharpened as she searched. Then she saw it. She could see the faint outline of his figure as he stalked around her. She made sure to stand still and act like she couldn't see him. Thrynn was almost to the door. She just had to stall a little longer-

Then the door creaked and Mercer's head snapped over to them. He let out a low growl and she see him go to turn. Quickly, without even thinking it through, she got rid of her sword and jumped for him. Her hands had just wrapped around his neck when he flung around a combined her fist into the side of her cheek. Calaena's head rung as she smacked into the floor. It wasn't much longer before he straddled her, pinning her to the ground. It had put her in a dangerous position but it tore Mercer's attention away from the two men as they escaped.

Just as Thrynn opened the door light poured in and he risked a glance. There Calaena laid with Mercer on her stomach and his hands around her throat. His anger flared. To the point where he couldn't control it. He quickly moved out the door and dragged Brynjolf with him. What was he to do. One one hand he had Brynjolf's life in the others Calaeana's.
But it seemed his mind had been made up for him for when he laid Brynjolf on the ground he heard the door behind him slam and bolt shut. He instantly whirled around and reached for the handle of the door. Locked.

" You son of bitch Mercer when I get my hands on you I'm going to kill you!" He growled as he pounded on the door. " Open this door you damn coward!"

On the inside Caleana had turned on her side, holding her throat as she gasped for breath. Mercer simply smirked as he heard Thrynn's words. She was going to be weak on stamina soon, all three of them knew it. The blood was rich on her tongue from her split lip and her heart was pounding in her exhausted body. But she wasn't going to give up and neither was Thyrnn. He pounded, kicked, shoved against the door. To the point where he knew he'd be covered in nothing but bruises.

" Thrynn . . ."

He turned around and saw Brynjolf looking up at him. He didn't have much time for either of them. It was either Brynjolf or Caleana. By the divines what had he done to be forced to make this choice?