The pack's impression upon the forces surrounding the cave were that of a terrifying, unstoppable force. The three figures in golden armour did not stop moving forward and striking their enemies down. The mages shot through their defences as if they were nothing. Shadows through the mist were shooting them down no matter where their shields faced. Finally, their fallen comrades turned against them from behind their ranks. There was no hope for the commanders to organise their subordinates, despite their shouting to stand fast.

When the werebears struck out from the cave, the enemy broke. Some dropped their weapons as they sprinted off. Others tripped up on the rocky terrain and were mauled by werebears, and the last -- who thought they could live -- were silently shot in the back or run down.

The skirmish was over within another minute.

Those that thought they could take their chances by surrendering had Sabine stride up to them in her light armour and press a spell onto their foreheads, rendering them unconscious as they were gathered up.

When the dust had settled, Sabine charged a spell and raised it into the air with both her hands. As it discharged, a whirlwind blew and dispersed the mist she had created. Or, at least what was left after Meesei had charged it with lightning and vaporised most of it. The clear air revealed Fendros approaching at a brisk walk with his bow nocked with an arrow in his hands. The chitin armour made him look like some kind of humanoid insect.

"I counted them as they ran, we have them all," Fendros announced.