It looked as if Fendros' second assailant's look of reluctance was an act as soon as he sprung to action. This one was a little more practiced, and swung with more control. The first blow he attempted came diagonally up from below. Fendros was able to sidestep, parry, and counter-attack, trying to reach the thug's neck, but the thug managed to duck and swing at Fendros' vulnerable side before he could dodge. Not having armour on, the mace hit hard and Fendros coughed in surprised pain, stumbling to one side. Though winded and with sharp pain persisting, Fendros regained his footing and blocked the next swing at his head, then bounced back to cut the thug across his neck. The thug choked and clutched at his rapidly flowing blood with an open mouth and wide eyes. In a few seconds he collapsed.

Of the last two remaining standing, the one recently kicked away by Lorag looked between Lorag's unprecedented strength and the rapidly dying opponent of Fendros, then sprinted away in fear. These people were not worth his life. The leader, on the other hand, had little rational thought behind his eyes, only mindless anger that rivalled Lorag. The tendons on his neck tensed as he opened his mouth in a furious shout, showing all of his teeth. He then charged forward at Lorag, swinging wildly.

Sabine was pleasantly surprised to find a swimming spot after walking out of the city. She thought they were just following travellers. Meesei was right in the end, though. Sabine began to disrobe to join the group who were already swimming when one dark orange scaled Argonian man spotted them both. He frowned and swam up to them, but not in anger. "Excuse me, young human," He said in surprisingly clear Cyrodilic, "A non-Argonian swum here just last week and came down ill. We suspect there might be something in the water or further upstream. You might get sick here swimming here as well."

Sabine glanced at Meesei, wondering whether she needed to answer at all, let alone use some excuse. She didn't really know the concept of water pollution anyway, it wasn't relevant to her, being near immune to disease. The water was smellier in the city, but not out here, so what was the problem?

"You're probably right." Janius tore off another piece of meat, then tried again. This time, he pressed the base of Leaps' head against the bed before giving him the treat. "Lie down." Leaps didn't seem strong enough to resist, even though he tried. This would likely take some repeating until Leaps learned, though. "A routine training 'stay', 'heel', 'down', 'up', 'lie down', and 'come' will probably do before anything more. That's how my aunt would begin to train the pups to be hunting dogs. But, I only learned for a couple of days, and that was when I was twelve, so I don't remember everything. Not that it'll all work on a wamasu, most likely." Janius pressed Leaps down again, his head curling in an irritated manner. "Lie down," Janius said patiently, before feeding him again.