Kyra was sore and exhausted by the time they reached the end of the cave. But as she stepped in and spotted Mercer her energy repaired instantly.
" Brynjolf, the door." Karliah whispered.
" Don't worry, nothing is getting past me."
Kyra stepped closer to the edge of the cliff and was three fourths of the way down when Mercer turned around. He stood with a grin plastered to his face and his chest puffed out in pride.
" Karliah when will you realize you can't get the drop on me?" His voice alone irritated her. But Kyra pushed it aside and tried to move to the side of the cliff so she could get out of his view while he hadn't noticed her.
Then the cave gave a shake and she gasped. The rocks under her hands began to crumble and the cliff gave out. With a painful thump she fell onto her side, luckily on a few rocks hitting her.
Brynjolf instantly ran to to the edge. He was just about to climb down when Karliah caught him.
" We need to use this time to find a way to kill him while she distracts him Bryn. She can handle herself."
Though Karliah sounded so sure he wasn't. His hands tightened into fists as Mercer ran down and stood on the stairs a few feet in front of her. Kyra slowly stood, dusting off the dirt and pain along with it.
" When Brynjolf brought you before me I could feel a sudden shift in the wind. At that moment I knew it would end with one of us at an end of a blade."
Kyra straightened herself and stood proud, hiding the pain she felt.
" Give me the key, Mercer."
" She's been filling your head with tales hasn't she? Tales of thieves with honor? Nocturnal doesn't care about you, the key, or anything that has to do with the guild."
" But I care. This is personal."
Mercer spat at her words. " Have you learnt nothing from your time with us? When will you open your eyes and realize your actions are no different from mine?"
" The difference is that unlike you, I still have honor."
Mercer drew his sword. " Then I guess once again my blade will taste Nightingale blood again."
Brynjolf thought she was sure crazy. Standing there without her sword drawn. Did she want to die?
Mercer disappeared and Kyra waited patiently. Her hands tingled and her fingers twitched impatiently. She had to wait and listen.
Then she heard it.
Instantly flames were in her hand. Mercer groaned as the flames bit at his armor but he repelled. With her other hand she drew her blade and attacked while she still had the chance.
Mercer was strong and dangerous. Very, very dangerous. But if she kept him busy he wouldn't be able to disappear. His blade swung down and she side stepped, watching it graze just past her face. She instantly kicked and counter acted. Her blade penetrated his armor but only enough to do little damage. But it was just enough to make him hiss.
However he made sure she didn't leave with out a few bruises herself. The cave shook again and allowed him to hit her stomach with the hilt followed by a blade to the back part of her shoulder. The sound of her sword sliding across the floor made her cringe
Suddenly arrows began to be launched down at them. Above Karliah began to aim as well as she could without hitting Kyra. Meanwhile Brynjolf was trying to figure out a way to make his way down to her.
Kyra turned and gave a kick to the chin, making him stumble, then rushed to try to grab her sword. Mercer disappeared then came up behind her, kicking her into the stone floor. She kicked and punched wildly somehow landing a few hits to buy her some time.
Brynjolf tried to make himself hurry as he saw Mercer come back up behind her once again. He took the rest of the fall and landed so hard that his entire legs stung. But he was too late. He saw it all happen.
Kyra rushing to her sword as he raised his own. Just as his blade swung down Brynjolf felt himself cry out for her. Then everything went still.