Katrina looked at Dralith with a frown. He wasn't even going to assist them? It was true that this was some sort of "test" for him to decide whether they were worthy or not, but she couldn't help feeling irritated about it. She turned away and glanced at the enemy over the rocks. The Dremora... She had never seen such a creature before. There was something about this Dremora that was making her feel uneasy. She shook her head and tried to clear it out of her thoughts.

Before she could react, the majority of the group jumped over the rocks and charged at the unsuspecting enemy. She quickly leaped over the rocks and drew her sword. She stood back, though. She wasn't going to foolishly run into battle. She heard the Bosmer call and turned around. He was offering to coat their weapons with a strange poison. She didn't approach; she didn't like the idea of using poison. She noticed he didn't have any visible weapons. Worried, she decided to get him a weapon if she found one.

She raised her sword and slowly made her way into the battle. She saw movement at the corner of her eye and she quickly spun around. A mythic dawn agent was running towards her. He stopped when she spotted him and he raised his hand into the air. Katrina prepared to jump out of the way; who knew what kind of spell he planned to cast? There was a small flash of light and some kind of smoke started covering his body. When the smoke cleared, he was wearing some kind of strange armor. A mace was in his right hand.

The mythic dawn agent leaped at her, swinging his mace wildly. She quickly sidestepped and evaded a blow that would've crushed her skull. In the second that it took for the agent to recover from the attack, Katrina swung her sword and hit his shoulder. He yelled and stepped back with another swing of his mace. Without thinking, she blocked the blow with her steel bracer. She gritted her teeth as she felt the painful impact. With a powerful swing, she slashed through the agent's mask. There was a spurt of blood and the agent dropped his mace. He screamed and held his masked face. As he stumbled away, the mace disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Katrina quietly raised her sword and stabbed it into the agent's heart. He choked and lowered his hands to weakly grip the blade. She sank the sword deeper into his chest. With a final breath escaping his lips, he fell to the ground. His armor slowly faded away as smoke.

Katrina paused, checking to see if he really was dead. The agent wasn't breathing. She let out a breath and flicked a bit of blood off her sword. She glanced at the spot where the mace had been lying. It was going to be hard finding a weapon for Brogan.

She turned away and looked for the rest of her group.