With Kaleeth's last loss of control, Vera's advice to her was directly contradicted and she found herself with enemies all around her. Not only was she surrounded, but these hunters were panicked and had nowhere to run. They knew their only hope, however false, was to cut their way out, and they went for the biggest target. They didn't have room to cast nets, they couldn't get the space to pin Kaleeth properly, but enough blades burrowed shallowly into her flesh that she was overcome. The hunters may have bypassed the magical shielding around her body and outright kill her if they had the time or the space.

Quickly enough, however, the hunters that were trapped and surrounded in corners began to fall to the last man. Lorag's push through the corridor was enough to allow the warband through and attack the remaining forces. Indeed, the invigorated defenders let their own formations relax to allow through their frenzied brothers and sisters. The sheer numbers and aggression of them supplanted the need for order to win the day now.

Such was the storm of death around the enemy that it was an impossibility to pluck one of them out to safety without somehow parting the warband that was tearing them asunder. There was a cry of victory from all of the defenders, quickly joined by a deafening choir of howls from those that had transformed.

By the time the last fighter fell, there was a new coat of red on the nearby walls. Pools of blood made the ancient stonework slick and reflective. The smell was a raw mix of blood and insides to reflect the aftermath. Very few bodies were identifiable and complete. Even those that were still intact had suffered gruesome wounds. Werewolves feasted on the bodies to sate themselves and calm their rage, but everyone else was simply relieved by the end of the fighting.

Vera did not allow the relaxation, however. The work was not done. She immediately ordered groups of defenders to look for wounded allies and treat them, as well as sending a couple of runners to the unexplored ruins to collect everyone. Nevertheless, the rush of battle hit some people hard. There were defenders that collapsed against walls in exhaustions, others that were younger and not used to battle even ran for spaces to vomit due to the sheer abundance of gore flooding their senses. Vera, through all of the commands, found time to approach Meesei for a quick comment. "You and the rest could not have come sooner, Champion. We would have been done for." She glanced around the room while she caught her breath and her eyes landed on Kaleeth. She pointed her sword lazily at the wounded beast. "You should rally your pack. Ahnasha, Sabine, and the child are with the non-combatants, Kaleeth looks like she lost control."

In Kaleeth's direction, the werecrocodile was not the only point of interest that caught Meesei's eye. In the nearest corner, the last few hunters were piled up as they were slaughtered in the fight, but beneath two thoroughly dead bodies, there was one gauntlet-clad pale hand sticking out from the pile that seemed to be reaching for something.

It was then that Janius strode through the corridor, still in beast form. "Meesei, Fendros is in the next room," He announced, "He was wounded, but he'll live." His hands and forearms were covered with cuts to the point that he was holding them to his chest. His ears were flat because of the pain. He looked around for Kaleeth and quickly approached to help her.