Noticing Brogans slight dilemma, Dralith drew his second Katana. The blade was yet to be enchanted and hence was not attuned to him. Though he was reluctant to part with it, he could simply get another at Cloud Ruler Temple. He stood and launched the sword towards the Bosmer. The katana flipped through the air and planted into the ground several feet from Brogan. "Do be careful with it will you?!" he called. "I'd hate to see such a weapon tarnished by too much blood!" Dralith said with obvious sarcasm and winked. Until Brogan could find a suitable weapon, Dralith would have to let him hold onto the sword. 

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Kiba and Daric charged a group of three. Upon seeing the pair, the Cultists invoked their bound armor and maces to meet the charge. Kiba was the first to reach them and leapt into the air for a downward thrust on one opponents throat but her sword was deflected by her enemies mace. What the cultist did not expect was her unarmed left hand to close in with a fireball behind his guard and he was blasted back by the spell, his armor singed. As she struck out with what would've been a killer blow another mace appeared and deflected her strike wide of its mark. A second cultist had intervened. 

Daric was having similar luck. After a brief bout of slashes, thrusts, and parries with his foe, it seemed as though he would score an easy kill. As he gained the upper hand on the cultist, the one that Kiba burned had regained his composure and stepped in to defend his brethren. And so it continued for several minutes. Kiba and Daric would outmatch their single opponents and the three agents would dance and alternate between each other to maintain an impenetrable defense. The cultists realized they had the advantage and went on the offensive, pushing the pair back. Daric raised his sword to block a downward strike from a mace and the two became locked. As his sword locked with his opponents mace he noticed another mace coming in aimed at his exposed right flank. He said a silent prayer to the nine as he saw the blow coming but could not defend against it. 

Before it made contact it was blocked by the blade of an axe. Puzzled, Daric dared look to see who his savior had been. Rias stood, dual axes in hand and grinned at him. "Close one there Breton." she joked as she pressed the attack on the third agent. 
The Breton chuckled and disengaged his sword, turning and going on the offensive as well. "Nonsense! Had him right where I wanted him!" Now that their numbers were even, the skill of Kiba, Daric, and Rias proved more than a match for the Mythic Dawn agents as they gained ground and scored hits on the cultists. Kiba was the first to slay her foe with a fire ball at point blank range to his face. Rias followed suit with an axe lodged into the vulnerable throat of her opponent. Daric was last and added a bit of flare as he deflected the mace then dropped and kicked the cultists feet out from under him. In one fluid motion he stood and thrust his sword into the agents heart as he hit the ground. 

The three exchanged appreciative nods and breathed deeply as they surveyed the battle space.