"Cursed rat!" Sounded the raspy voice of the mysterious assassin as his cloak was plastered to the wall behind him with goo, pulling him back by the thread around his neck with a pull that would have damaged most people's throats, but the assassin's breath barely seemed affected. Its bandaged hand bringing a dagger swiftly up to its hood, it cut the cloak off in one quick motion.

But Sharon had not wasted any time when the creature had been trapped.
The High Elf conjured a long shard of razor sharp ice that he shot towards the assassin, whom barely had time to dodge to the side. Yet before the mysterious assailant could fully regain his balance, Sharon had already attacked once again with his sword. The diseased stranger quickly brought up his sword, only to be parried by Sharon's staff. Failing an attempt to block Sharon's sword with his dagger, the High Elf brought the sword up in a cutting potion at the bottom of the assassin's wrist, cutting through the bandages and cutting into the flesh, yet not much blood came out except for a thick, green grease that clang to Sharon's sword.

Angling the sword downwards, he followed up the slice with a thrust against the assassin - plunging his sword down into his chest and in between the man's ribs in a tilted motion.

The assassin took one step back, lowering his head to look at the sword; before looking back up again.

At this close range, Sharon could see through some of the shadows of the man's hood. His mouth was partly covered in dirty bandages, and his face was pale and rotten. The skin was slick like a dead fish, and his eye sockets were empty gaps filled with nothing else but blackness. 

"[i]Nice try, elf. Now it's my turn.[/i]" The undead grinned, before dropping his dagger and grabbing Sharon's sword with his bare hands, holding it in place. Using the split second of confusion for Sharon to his advantage, the assassin lifted his sword to strike at Sharon's hand holding the sword, slicing a clean cut across the back of his hand. Sharon lost the sword and stumbled back with a cry of pain. The assassin now moved his other hand to grab Sharon's sword and pull it out of his torso, now wielding both his own jagged sword and Sharon's Thalassian swiftblade. 

"Now the fun sta,-"

*Tchack!*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

But the undead suddenly cried out in a horrific howl of pain as Lord Greymoon, who had been standing back during the fight, came from behind and buried his silver dagger into the back of the rogue. A loud hiss followed as the blade delved into the undead's being, before Greymoon twisted it around and pulled it out. The creature dropped both of his swords before stumbling forward, falling into the ground where he rolled around before attempting to run again while clasping his hands around his chest as if he was severely ill. Fumbling away from the two men, the undead ran to the edge of the cistern before throwing himself into the filthy waters, vanishing completely from sight.

" ... thank you." Sharon gasped, his pulse pounding, before throwing Lord Greymoon a quizzical look.
"How did you?"

"Sanctified Truesilver Metal, Mister Sharon." Greymoon explained with a half smug, half proud smile on his worn face as he held up the silver dagger next to it.
"Of what you told me of your brother, I figured that if we were going to chase a man who supposedly could command the dead it would be a good idea to come prepared for any eventuality. It's just good business practice."

"We need to help Liaena, can it work?!"

"Yes," Lord Greymoon answered as the two men stepped towards the edge of the cistern to gaze out across the dark sea and maze of pillars and pathways. They could see the faint shimmer of Janice floating in the air out across the water, roughly forty feet away from them while holding Liaena. 
Lord Greymoon flipped the truesilver dagger in his hand, holding it by the blade as he raised it up behind his shoulder in a throwing motion; before flinging it out across the cistern towards Janice and Liaena floating above.

But rather than hitting the banshee, or Liaena for that sake, the dagger instead flew past the pair two meters away and continued further down into the cistern, where it collided it a solid wall and fell down onto one of the pathways.

" ... drat... "

"You missed!" Sharon exclaimed.
"With our only weapon!"

"Hey, if I was twenty years younger; I would have made it. For a man of my age, it was a pretty good throw!"

"She's going to die!"

"Uhm... " Greymoon paused, suddenly beginning to pad the pockets of his cape and lordly garments, before shaking his head as he turned back to Sharon.
"I guess we just have to improvise then."

"How?!" 

While the two men argued and tried to come up with a plan, Janice laughed out loud in a shrilling voice before moving one of her pointy fingers up to Liaena's eye.

"What do you say, sweetheart. Will giving them a chance increase the drama? Or should I just kill you here and now? Or would that just be anti climatic?" She asked with an almost motherly voice while her finger was dangerously close to piercing Liaena's right eye.