"Right!" Fendros agreed, peering out of the window facing the opposite roof and drawing his arrow. He released shortly after Ahnasha did at the second mercenary he saw, but the impact of Ahnasha's first arrow was warning enough for the second mercenary to duck and weave away from Fendros' initial shot. Fendros drew another arrow and stayed aiming until the mercenary poked her head out. She was fast, though, and released an arrow without much time to aim before ducking back behind cover. Fendros pulled back behind the wall and heard the arrow whizz through the window and clack against the opposite wall. Quickly, he stepped and tried another shot. The folly of the last archer was trying to shoot again once Fendros had taken cover. She didn't have time to pull back and aim fully before Fendros did. Shortly after releasing his arrow, Fendros saw it fly straight to where the mercenary squatted and witnessed its shaft angle upwards as her head did, before her body slumped back.

Fendros drew another arrow and aimed at the tower for a moment. "Was that all of them?" He asked, "I'll need to get down to the courtyard if we are going to trap any more of their souls."

In the courtyard, Janius wasted no time in pulling back his hood to reveal his helmeted head, drawing his axe, and holding his shield out in front of him in a defensive posture. It was tempting to go into the fray and kill as many as he could while the mercenaries were disorganised, but he knew that he had to protect the pack and the cultists. Besides, the cultists were the ones with offensive magic on their side.

Trying to wrest some control from the situation, a nearby stocky Nord in heavy looking steel armour charged towards the cultists with a large lustrous sword in two hands. "[i]Silver,[/i]" Janius breathed. Janius shuffled his position and feinted at the Nord to stop his charge. Clearly enraged, but not without some self-preservation left, the Nord slowed and brought his attention to Janius. He swung down heavily at Janius' shoulder, causing Janius to step back and deflect the blow with his shield. The Nord hit hard, and was fast enough to reel back and swing at Janius' side before he could retaliate. Janius blocked this blow as well, then closed the distance between himself and his assailant and chopped at his middle. The Nord tried to step back, but wasn't fast enough. Janius' axe hit him with a muffled metallic thud and the Nord stumbled backwards with a large scratch on his cuirass for his troubles. Janius would have finished him off if not for the spear wielding, more nimble-garbed Argonian stepping up to strike. The Argonian thrust his spear at Janius with only just enough time to deflect it. He was forced back again while he struggled to be everywhere at once.

In the building on the other side, Sabine was beginning to look incredulous at Nuulanth's wounds. "The potion, it's not...It's supposed to help more." Sabine's mind tried to find a solution. Was it poison? Argonians are not supposed to be affected by poison as harshly as this, perhaps she [i]was[/i] a vampire, and...Sabine scuttled over to the arrow she had pulled from Nuulanth and held its head up. She tried wiping away the blood that was left on it and winced as the contact with her skin burned her. She pulled back her finger and looked at the redness now on it, then turned her head to Mirisk. "Is Nuulanth undead, or a lycan?" She asked.