(I could just lazily timey wimey all this..)
Maraas stepped further into the darkness, without the sunlight it was next to impossible to keep up with the figures. The occasional grunt and sword clash accompanied by the spark of metal on metal found it's way out of the darkness. A cry of pain from Maraas followed with numerous expletives pierced the darkness. However soon enough the battle picked up, after what seemed like hours the fog began to dissipate, revealing Maraas still standing multiple arrows protruding from his back with tiny gashes covering his body. The two figures reformed seconds later "You have fought well, retrieve what you came for then leave." Maraas nodded, breathing heavily he pushed himself up with his sword and dragged his body to the marked grave gathering up the cloth wrapped object. He then staggered his way back to Tara, "I got what we came for.."