Fear continued to dominate Kaleeth's mind as she defended against the strikes from the hunter's spear, no longer even attempting to counterattack. Her defense held, but only barely. His spear nearly bypassed her shield a few times, and at one point grazed her fins dangerously close to her skull. She obviously could not threaten him in a standard fight, but it was once he distracted himself with another opportunity that she was actually able to strike. 

As the hunter snapped his attention to Vera, Kaleeth did actually manage to recognize the opening. Janius had lectured and trained her on strategy, so even if she was only still a beginner, she still had some proper instruction. Kaleeth had been taught to strike in times like this, so on reaction, that was exactly what she did. It was not a particularly graceful strike, as she simply stepped forward and swung for his torso, but it was at least going to reach him. Of course, the experienced hunter had expected that possibility, so he broke off of his attack to raise his shield in defense. However, what he had not expected was the sheer strength of the blow. As direct and clumsy as it was, the mace carried such force that his shield was knocked to the side, and he very nearly lost his grip on it. Still following her training, used her shield to bash him off of his feet. Kaleeth was not quick to follow through on the opportunity she had created, but an enemy on his back was easy prey for one of the other lycans in the formation, who quickly and unceremoniously ran a blade through his neck. 

Despite her limited success, Kaleeth was no farther from her transformation. Her breathing was rapid, her heart beat wildly, and her mind was becoming more and more hazy. If she did not willingly transform soon, then her beast would take over entirely. "Vera...I can't hold it back...I have to do it!" 

Before the first arrows could land, Meesei let loose a wave of telekinetic energy at the barricade. The arrows were blasted off of their course, and the archers themselves were staggered back by the force of the wave. One even lost his balance and fell back off of the fortifications onto the floor behind the broken gate. The healers and wounded were cut down quickly by Meesei's allies, and the only kind of defensive line the mercenaries had prepared were the archers themselves. Evidently, the mercenaries had either not had enough time to mount a proper defense, or did not expect such a large force to flank them. As such, there was nothing to stop Meesei from rushing through the open gate and finishing off the archer on the ground with a quick thrust from a bound blade. 

Unlike when the mercenaries had first broken through the gate, there was no shield wall to occupy them once they were through, so the other lycans were able to quickly climb up the fortifications to deal with the remaining archers while Meesei herself continued to advance in search of the mercenaries' main force. Although, finding them likely would not require much legitimate searching. Blood and bodies created a trail leading down the hall deeper into the ruin, all of it very fresh, indicating that the battle might not yet be lost. Indeed, the number of dead mercenaries near the gate had been encouraging, though the number of fallen lycans increased the further they advanced into the ruin. 

Meesei followed the trail as quickly as she could, though she could not outpace her werewolf allies. Once they had finished off the healers and wounded, Lorag rushed ahead, along with the rest of her pack. They could hear the sounds of battle ahead, and by the time Meesei came within sight of the mercenaries' rear lines, Lorag was already tearing into their backlines. Not intending on wasting a moment in their surprise attack, Meesei charged a potent spell of chain lightning in her hands and unleashed it into a different section of the enemy force, far enough away from her allies so it would not accidentally arc into them.