Bharzak had stuck with the altmer and breton as they had exited the inn, not waiting to see what the other former occupants of the inn were up to in her eagerness to help deal with the Kamal threat. Because of this, she had not been spared from being spattered with bits of the now rather deceased khajiit Marcel had just caused to explode. Equal parts disgusted and amazed, the orsimer was briefly paralyzed by her conflicting emotions, nearly slack-jawed as what had happened registered in her mind. Such a powerful display was something she had never seen the likes of—something she was not sure she would ever even be capable of.

That thought brought her back to the present, along with a much greater sense of urgency as she saw the current states her companions were in and their now-fleeing opponents. Scolding herself for not getting involved sooner, the alteration mage took advantage of the slight lull the breton’s incredible kill had created, making for the Redguard who had previously picked him as a target. Axe in hand, she slashed at him with considerable ferocity. While he was able to dodge the blow at the last second, turning around to avoid what would’ve been a decapitating (or, at least partially so) stroke, it was apparent the intense yet refined qualities of her fighting style threw him considerably off guard, and she immediately aimed to make the man lose his weapon. 

She struck at him quickly and irregularly, and, with her third hit, she caught the edge of his blade in hers and wrenched at it with all her strength, pulling it out of his grip entirely. It fell near-noiselessly to the ground by her feet as she wasted no time in burying her axe in the man’s chest, ribs cracking under the velocity of her attack. The redguard was now very much dead, and, with a slight bit of difficulty, Bharzak removed her weapon, turning to look for the dunmer. It seemed the fellow had not stuck around with all his compatriots dead, so the orsimer allowed the states of her two comrades to be the center of her attention. 

From the looks of it, neither of them seemed to be in the best condition to continue fighting. She briefly considered whether it would be worth trying to extend her Ironflesh spell to either of them, but quickly came to the conclusion that it would not be a particularly practical way to go about helping her allies—not to mention it would weaken her own defenses. The discarding of that idea only left that of getting into her potions supply, something she was not particularly eager to make a dent in so early in the fight. She hoped she would not be made to regret sharing them later. Addressing both Keegan and Marcel quickly, she made the offer as she retrieved the items in question. “If you want them, I’ve got some potions of healing and magicka I can spare. But if you do, speak quickly, and preferably before more of the Kamal come our way.”