"Whoa there." Kyra yanks back on the reigns and swings herself out of the saddle, something didn't feel right.
She slaps the stolen horse on the ass and sends it trotting away as she moves quietly through the woods towards the Sanctuary. Her path through the trees was lit by the moonlight as she approaches a small opening in the treeline, and spots the men talking just outside of the door leading into the Sanctuary.
Kyra takes a knee in the dirt as she watches the three men begin carrying barrels into the Sanctuary. She looks around for something, anything she could use as a weapon.
She spies the archer walking alone, atop that natural stone archway camouflaging the stone door. Kyra melts back into the woods and makes her way slowly around the ridge to the other side.
The archer stands in the moonlight looking down at his friends, when he should have been paying attention to his surroundings. With his back to her he says something to them about how slow they move.
"Let's hurry up, sooner they're dead, sooner we can go drink." Kyra moves out of the woods and wraps her hands around the man's mouth.
She drives her knee into his kidney and kicks his leg out from under him.
She keeps her hand clamped around his mouth as she slides her leg over his chest and straddles him. Placing one hand on the back of his head and hooking her thumb onto his chin, she twists until she hears his neck snap. The archer dying without a sound.
She picks up his bow and examines it, taking a knee on the edge of the stone archway she examines the barrels the two other Penitus Oculatus agents were carrying between them from afar. Turning back she moves a little further away from the ledge and retrieves an arrow.
Kyra rips a small piece of fabric from her sleeve and wraps it around the arrowhead knotting it tight. She turns her hand palm up and looks at it for a long moment before it ignites with flames.
She holds the fabric over the flame until it ignites and she strings it in the bow moving back to the edge. She rises to her full height as the two guards grunt lifting another barrel of the flammable liquid. Kyra draws the arrow back and whistles.
She releases the arrow which plunges into the barrel and it explodes blowing both of the agents in opposite directions, one falling into the tar pit and quickly beginning to sink as he ignites the tar.
Kyra jumps down from the natural arch, stumbling she gets back to her feet brushing herself off. When she looks up she comes to face to face with Festus Krex, nearly two dozen arrows pinning him to the tree, his arms raised defensively in front of his face.
She shakes her head as she pulls the sword from a dead Agent's hand and pulls open the door the acrid smell of smoke and flames meeting her nose, washing over her.
Kyra squints against the intense heat as she ducks into the main foyer and nearly trips over Lis, her back covered in arrows as she lay half on the stairs, half on the landing, hand reaching out towards the door. There were three dead agents at the base of the stairs below her.
Kyra walks down the right side of the stairs case and over the dead agents making her way towards the main chamber the sounds of yelling and fighting coming from it.
She hurries into the chamber ducking a flying Oculatus agent who hits the wall and falls back to the floor, dead. A werewolf in the center of the room roars as he lifts another agent off the ground and the one on his left jams his sword into him.
"Arnbjorn!" She yells from the staircase as the agent to his left slices the werewolf's abdomen nearly splitting him in half as his organs and several feet of intestine spill onto the floor, Arnbjorn soon following.
"No!" Kyra screams as the agent beheads him holding it up for his friends to see and turn, when they hear her over the roar of the flames.
Kyra jumps the stairs and lands on the stone floor below walking through the flames and whipping her captured sword in her wrist. The three men charge her as she takes a two handed grip on the sword and deflects the first swing of the Agent's sword.
Kyra lashes out with her foot kicking the soldier to her right away from her as she parries the thrust of the soldier to her left. Twisting on her heel she slashes the man in front of her ducking the wide swing of the soldier on her left.
She pivots on her knee and jumps back to her feet flipping the grip on her sword and thrusts it into the undefended place between his arms and lower waist, staring at her his eyes wide.
Still gripping the sword in her left hand she pulls the dagger from the dying mans belt and looks over her shoulder at the man she kicked rising to his feet.
She sends the steel dagger spinning with an underhanded throw catching him in the throat. The man drops his sword and clutches at it as he falls to his knees blood spraying the ground.
The tip of Kyra's blade scratches along the stone floor, hanging limply in her hand, as Kyra walks past Arnbjorn lying dead. She gives him a wide berth before she takes the narrow passageway into the living area. Through the passageway into the dining hall, she sees Lya laying face down on the ground. Kyra rushes over and kneels beside her turning her over.
Lya's green eyes were frozen widened in shock, her throat cut almost to her spine. Kyra wipes the tear that slides down her cheek as she closes Lya's eyes with two gloved fingers.
She reaches down and tugs on the gold chain until the Amulet of Talos reveals itself, tucked far down her chest between her breasts. Kyra puts it over her own neck and leans down kissing Lya's forehead.
Kyra walks past Gabriella, dead, slumped over her Alchemy table. She walks deeper into the dining area where on the high landing opposite her, she could see Nazir fighting an Oculatus agent.
The Redguard pivots on his heel, his scimitar cleanly parting the mans head from his shoulders. Kyra waves as she coughs in the acrid smoke and looks around for other signs of life. Nazir comes down the steps and approaches her his sword still pointed at her.
"Have you done this to us Dragonborn?!" Kyra puts her hands up and gives him a look.
"Seriously Nazir? How long have you known me?"
"It had to be asked, because I can tell when you lie. It's good to see you sister."
"We need to get out of here."
"This way." Nazir beckons her to follow as they make their way up the stairs and through the passageway to the chamber behind the stained glass mural.
"Other door, other door." Nazir says hurrying her across the room, the timber above his head gives and hits the ground spraying Kyra with ash and embers, she raises her arm to block her eyes as she yells for Nazir.
She can see no way around and turns back to the other door, a large timber and several chunks of rock blocking the only way out. The smoke was beginning to thicken as Kyra turns in place looking for a way out. She looks up at the Night Mothers coffin and the stained glass behind it, then cringes at the thought, turning in place for another way.
"Shit." Kyra kicks off her back foot and sprints across the room throwing herself at the coffin, knocking it back and riding it through the glass mural, tumbling into the deep pool below.
Kyra slowly sinks to the bottom, the Night Mother's coffin coming to rest on her left foot. She blinks in the water, pushing on it she claws up at the water only a few feet above her head.
She lets some air from her lungs, watching it bubble to the surface as she braces her right foot against the silt trying to push it away and free herself.
Darkness begins to claw around her eyes as she struggles to pull her leg free looking up as the flames circle around the mouth of the pool.
She reaches for the surface again, kicking futily at the coffin as everything goes dark.