Mercer

This week, Nightshade was fighting Thyrrn. The thief was quick and strong and was giving Nightshade quite the challenge, catching her when she leapt over his head, blocking her strikes when she tried to hit him... At halftime, Nightshade got really annoyed.

The second best thief in the guild pulled out twin daggers as black as night with grey blades and red swirling designs, she faced Thyrrn in the middle of the cistern, her eyes narrowed and her teeth noticeably sharpened... Wait... Sharpened?

Nightshade flew around Thyrrn, daggers flashing as the hefty warrior stood still, trying to follow the pretty white blur that was doing Nocturnal knows what with her wicked daggers. When Nightshade had finished flying around Thyrrn, he stood completely bound in golden ropes.

'Hey! Let me go you filthy cat!' yelled the former Bandit as he struggled in the golden cords. Nightshade laughed wolfishly, cutting Thyrrn's bonds and slamming him to the floor with a sickening crunch.

A/N: short chapter. Writer's block. Don't complain.