Despite her desire to stay as close to Rhazii as possible, Ahnasha recognized that she would be most useful near the front of the group, with the other soldiers. Being Khajiit, her night vision than that of even the average lycan, so she could be quite helpful in detecting traps, as long as she knew what to look for. Once again, she found herself trying to think back on things that Meesei had said, specifically some of the stories she shared from black marsh. She had mentioned before her interest in the history of magic, and the advancement of knowledge in general. Meesei held a certain curiosity for ancient ruins, hence her distaste for adventurers who tended to deface them. She had shared stories about the Ayleid ruins of Black Marsh, and had mentioned the traps they contained. Ahnasha just had to hope she could remember the important details before they ran across any themselves. 

"Of course, yes." Kaleeth answered quickly, though she added another comment under her breath as she took her position in the formation. "I'll try..." Although she had improved considerably, Kaleeth was still far from being in control of her beast spirit. She could handle most "normal" situations, as long as she hunted reasonably frequently, but this was combat. There was going to be a lot of fighting and death, and the scent of fresh blood was already filling the air to the point where she could practically taste it. If her beast spirit was intent on her transforming, she would not likely be able to stop it. 

Though she was spared from the explosion of the fireball, but she still had to defend herself from the subsequent attack. Their line had faltered, so rather quickly, one of the hunters rushed to attack her. Following her training with Janius, she moved her shield to protect herself by striking the spear away with the shield's edge. Use of the shield was actually an aspect of combat that she found fairly easy, and she was successful in protecting herself from the attack, but her attempted counterattack showed her inexperience. She took a horizontal swing at her attacker with her mace, but as her weapon was much shorter than his, she had to step rather far forward to have a chance of hitting him. Her attacker needed only take a step back to get out of her range, while his weapon could still reach her. Once he recovered from his previous attempt, he thrust his spear at her legs, which were left exposed by her poor footwork. It was only by virtue of her wamasu scale armor that she was not crippled from the strike, as his spear had not struck dead-on. Instead, it hit at an angle and glanced off of the surprisingly durable light armor. 

Kaleeth quickly jumped back in fear of her obviously more skilled opponents. She did not have the reach to fight a spearman, and even if she did, she was increasingly afraid of making some other mistake. She regretted her stubborn insistence on helping, but what could she do about it now? Run away? If she turned around for a moment, the hunter would put a spear in her back, not to mention the people behind her that she would have to try and run through. The fear started to overwhelm her, and with it, the influence of her beast spirit. With her life in peril, it was its instinct to preserve both of their lives, and she did not have the training or force of will to resist it for long. To at least delay it, she backed up a few paces near Vera and tried to see if she could get an opening on one of the hunters attacking her. Perhaps they could protect each other?