At first you're thinking: "Didn't he say he wasn't carrying weapons?" but things are moving fast so you follow him trying to not make sounds. The group of men are distant enough, about 20 paces from the base of the stairways and moving towards the windy and clear entrance. You figure their senses will be too overwhelmed to notice the approach from the two of you from behind. Your plan to back up the guide is waiting for him to attack first and then moving to cut off the escape of the others while they are in a confusion about what's happening. You can already see that the guide has a surprise in store for them, he's holding a pointy dagger and moving really fast albeit silently as he reaches the bottom of the stairway.
You get ready to follow his actions and act at the last moment, and try to keep a close distance after him. He sprints suddenly and jumps onto the large man, who was last in their line, knocking him to the ground, while hitting him with his fist. The big guy tries to hit him with his mace from the floor, but the guide is already out of reach.
The scrawny teen starts turns at the guide in a fury.
You see that the guide has already taken out his holy symbol with his other hand and is holding it high, in the air, and starts chanting.
"Dagda! Dagda! Dagda!" He yells.
The teenager stops and raises his hands, he's also holding a dagger. He looks confused, stunned by the sudden attack of the guide, and the loud voice from the dark. He's about to strike with his weapon when the guide shouts again, "Dagda!" The boy is still frozen, unsure of what to do.
The guide drops the holy symbol, and grabs the scrawny boy by the throat. The teenager starts choking, and you realize that he's not wearing any armor underneath his clothes, he only wears a thin shirt and pants.
You pass the due and you see the black robed man turning back to the action, and unsheathing a sharp longsword. You charge past him, sword raised high. Now he turns to you in a reflex. You try to slash him across the chest, but your sword hits only air, the man is too far away to harm. How did someone so nonathletic move that fast? "Tyr!" You shout, and see that the teenage scrawny boy being choked in terror, unable to move. The large man is slowly trying to stand up from his fall. "Get him!", you yell with rage. You swing your sword and connect with the man's side. The large man stumbles back into the other two, the boy and the guide.
The large man finally manages to prepare himself to fight back. The guide jumps backwards in time, avoiding the mace blow, and is about to stab the scrawny boy in the back with his dagger and finish him, but he's too late. With surprising speed, the black robed man swings his mighty sword, cutting the guide in half. He falls on the ground, and you see his blood splashing in the snowy rocks.
You hear a growl as you are watching the body of the dead guide. When you turn, you see the large man trying to attack you, trying to swing his mace. He seems enraged. Before he can reach you, you raise your sword and strike him in the belly, making him roll on the floor in your direction, but you manage to sidestep him.
With your adrenaline pumping you charge forward against the black robed man. He's a bit fat and old but clearly a great warrior, but your training allows you to defeat him in a few swift blows, throwing his sword away from his hands. He's surprised and you are able to smash his face against the wall, breaking his nose. He falls unconscious and you kick him in the stomach to make sure he's not going to recover.
"Tyr!" You yell and turn towards the barely conscious teen. You try to strike him with your sword, but he kicks your weapon away from your hand. You get your sword back at your side, but the boy manages to dodge your next attack, he's incredibly agile now.
You're worried that he might escape. You don't have much time to think. There's something else you can do. You charge again into the scrawny teen, this time knocking him down on the floor and pinning him on his chest. "I am not going to kill you," You say to him, almost out of breath. The scrawny teen tries to punch you on your body, but your leather jacket and padded shirt protects you from the puny force of his strikes.
He manages to get loose from your strong grip. You chase after him, grabbing him by the neck, as he's already running away. You use your sword again and this time succeed in stopping his attempt to flee with a thrust to his back. You continue to press down with the tip of your sword, forcing him to bend over on the floor. The teen struggles for air while you notice blood coming out of his mouth. "How can people even stand the smell?" You say, disgusted. "It makes me sick." Your vision becomes red while you're holding him, as if you're going to faint, you feel dizzy, but you don't.
Moments pass. The kid has stopped breathing. You examine the others slowly. The guide is surely dead, the large man with the mace has bled out. The only one alive is the black robed middle aged man who has a big cut, several small cuts and a broken face.