Nyri growled as she came so close to taking her opponent down, only to be thrust to the side. She gasped as his plan came through. She could be fatally injured if not die, should that saber fall correctly. She slowly sheathed her blades as he asked her to yield, noting the saber right above her. "Fine," she growled, eyeing the blade above her. SUddenly her eyes flashed yellow with the Dark Side and she gave a soft smirk. "I yield," she lied.