Taking Ahnasha's advice, Fendros looked for targets near the rear of the mercenaries' rapidly recuperating formations. He had less arrows than there were enemies on the battlefield, but there were always the arrows of the dead archers to use if he needed them. In any case, he would have to make his shots count. His eye was first caught by the Redguard who turned the skeletons around. Naturally, it seemed that these people were prepared to fight the undead and spellcasters. Fendros lined up his shot carefully, then released an arrow aimed at his neck. With all the chaos down below, it was hard to predict movements from this distance and angle, but it was a better set of conditions than if they were on the ground with them all.

Sabine dropped the arrow. If the wound wasn't closing with just that potion she provided to Nuulanth, and she wasn't vulnerable to silver, then the arrow might have simply caused more damage than Sabine had estimated. All in all, she wasn't used to treating wounds without the assistance of magical healing as well, at least not wounds as bad as this. At least Nuulanth could still breath.

Not wanting her to sit dying, Sabine pulled out another flask from her satchel with a weak regenerative effect and pushed it in to Nuulanth's hands. "Drink this as well. Don't die," Sabine said plainly, though with a hint of sympathy after witnessing her and Mirisk's apparent relationship. Having done all she could, Sabine backed away and went to pick up her sling. All the chaos of the battle was making her uneasy, and when she grasped her sling in her hand, she had to scrunch her eyes shut to not yelp at the pain in her left wrist. It would heal quickly, having not been silver, but it still hurt. She might have mitigated the pain with a potion, but she only had one left on her person after treating Nuulanth. All the rest were in the hands of the pack. Nevertheless, she was still able to pick targets across the courtyard and attempt to hit them with slung rocks. Shots to the head were most effective.

The main fight was starting to shift in advantage now that the skeletons were out of the picture. Janius saw them forming up and rallying. After fending off the spearman for a moment longer, he stepped back and withdrew behind his friendly lines, Giving Janius to step back as well. The previously off-balance Nord had been overcomitted and was felled by a powerful firebolt from one of the cultists. Janius stood by Kaleeth again and kept his eyes on the advancing shield wall. There were too many to flank them, and the initial destruction spells against their surfaces proved fruitless. Janius even tossed a fireball of his own into the mix, but apart from halting one of the shield bearers for a step, no damage was done. They soon came close enough that the long spears that stuck out between the shields began to threaten them. Janius had to rely on his neighbours for protection from other spears, but from his front, he was able to trap one spear under the beard of his axe and snap off its head under his own strength. They were only a few paces away from the weapon reach of the shield bearers themselves. When that happened, the real melee would begin.

Janius could feel his heart beating hard. A battle on this scale was bigger than the slayers' lair near Vos. This was probably the biggest battle he had ever been a part of.