Merlin chased after the assassin; he wouldn't be getting away not this time. It was close, too close. He caught a glimpse of the man heading into the armoury. Merlin inwardly smiled, there was no way out from the armoury he knew that for sure.
Merlin had heard tales of an assassin who roamed these lands. The man was said to hold no honour and didn't care who he killed be it men, women, or children as long as he made gold. It also didn't help that the man was borderline untraceable to his choice of weapon. Poison. They called him The Viper.
He crept to the door and pushed it open. The door hinges creaked loudly as it opened. There was no light in the room The Viper made sure of that. Merlin walked through before locking the door behind him with a powerful spell. Only one of them would be making it out of this room alive.
Once the spell held, Merlin summoned a ball of light and began walking around the armoury. He walked carefully, being mindful of checking every crevice where the assassin could plausibly hide.
After a few minutes of searching, he reached the sword rack and sighed, maybe he was mistak-! Merlin felt a rough cloth cover his mouth and forearm against his throat. He instinctively inhaled and his body nearly folded underneath it's weight. He gathered the remainder of his strength and slammed his elbow backwards towards where his assailant's face should be. As soon as his elbow connected to The Viper's face, he felt his grip loosen for a moment… but that moment cost The Viper his life. Merlin spun around punched The Viper straight into the liver, he felt the man fold under his fist before he sent The Viper straight towards the opposite wall using his magic. Merlin grabbed a sword from the rack before summoning the last dregs of his energy to send the sword through the man and collapse next to him.
Merlin hadn't noticed he was sweating and breathing profusely or the fact that his limbs were incredibly tight.
It was like his body had trapped his soul and locked it into place, he tried to push his body forward to get off this wall and find help… but even then, it was like there was a spell on him. So, he sat there content with the idea to wait for this 'spell' to wear off… but it continued until he felt something wet fall on his hand, he looked down and saw his hand completely submerged in blood. He felt a wave of confusion go through him, as he raised his hand to touch his face… as his hand inched towards his face the impact of the droplets of blood increased until his hand made contact with his face and he could feel the slippery sensation of blood… he opened his mouth to scream for aid but all that came from his mouth was coughing and more blood. He felt his heart race quicker and quicker… until his heart dramatically stopped and one last thought entered his mind… I guess Arthur will never know about my magic.