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Beast's great sword, forged by his own hands in the ashes of one he loved, flashed brightly as he slapped aside a Redguard mercenary's scimitar and countered with a quick slice across the man's chest and spilling his life blood onto the stone.
The Redguard fell, but two took his place. Beast dashed to the left and away from the stone wall of the cavern, taking with him a Redguard's leg and impaling another. But the rest were hot at his heels.
Beast spun around his sword flashing in the torch light, and he went on the offensive. The closest mercenary fell quickly with Beast taking his legs from under him. The next lost his head, leaving Kematu the last standing.
Kematu brandished his twin scimitars menacingly and launched into a spin, his blades darting at beast from all different angles. But Beast was no novice in battle and he twisted away for the swords deflecting them from his body. The sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the cave making the sound of the waterfall seem dull. The minutes slipped past and still they were locked in battle. Kematu continued his agile turns and slices, but Beast defended every one of them and countered with his own vicious strikes.
He was better then Kematu, he could tell, the mercenary was growing tired and his attacks came at less frequency, his acrobatics had worn him out. Beast smiled to himself and lunged on the offensive, forcing Kematu backwards and towards the edge of the cliff near the waterfall.
Kematu's foot slipped on a wet stone and Beast seized his chance. He drove his great sword through the defenses of Kematu and deep into his chest.
Kematu began to utter some words but Beast kicked the Redguard in the chest and sent him flying into the pool below.
Beast wiped his sword clean on a dead Redguard's cloak and made for the exit and back to Whiterun. He found Saadia back at the tavern and told her the tale, of which she was very thankful and showed her appreciation in just the way Beast loved best.