"Janius, archers!" Meesei shouted as Janius was executing one of the, but it was clear that there was no way he would react in time. Meesei teleported herself in front of him and forced away the first of the arrows with a burst of telekinetic energy. The second flew straight past her, but was close enough to her that her lightning form actually arced to it and threw it off course. The third, however, Meesei blocked with her own body. It impacted in her torso directly over her right lung, but to this, her lightning form proved a lifesaver. It provided resistance enough that the arrow only pierced an inch or two before coming to a halt on her rib. She was able to remove it quickly, but regardless, the silver burned her flesh and shot pain through her body. It was enough to distract her as one of the mercenaries she had stunned rose from the ground with her spear trained on Meesei's throat. Lorag rushed to defend, and even Kaleeth could overcome her fear to try and help when Meesei was in danger, but only Janius was truly close enough to help in time. 

"I...don't know if I can hit him with paralysis from here. It is very draining to make it cover an area and..." Mirisk began, interrupting himself with a hiss. "Bah, let's just hit him with everything we have!" He shouted in frustration before unleashing a torrent of fireballs in the commander's direction. Some missed, some hit the mercenaries around him, and few found their marks melting through his armor. 

"Fire." Ahnasha's voice sounded as soon as she had a bead on their target. Simultaneously, they fired the lieutenant. It wasn't surprising that the first volley missed, but Ahnasha was more than happy to follow up with another, and there were enough arrows on the bodies of the archers around them to let Fendros spend a few more shots than usual on this target. On the second round of arrows, Fendros' shot pierced through one of the more lightly armored spots near his ankle, which made him a considerably less agile target. Frantically, he raised his shield in their direction and blocked another from Fendros after that, but then a stone from Sabine hit him in the back and threw him off balance. He tried to find a direction to run, but nowhere seemed safe. As he tried hobbling to the back of his forces, a fireball slammed into his back, turning the metal of his armor a bright orange, which once of Ahnasha's arrows was easily able to pierce. 

"It looks like we tore him to pieces from all sides." Ahnasha commented. "They're without leadership, now we just have to..." Ahnasha's words were interrupted when she suddenly found she could no longer move her lips, or indeed, any part of her body. Both her and Fendros were now like statues, encased in an area paralysis spell that was fired into the room from the window behind them. They fell to the ground in the same positions they had been standing as the group that had been skulking outside rushed upstairs. They had the same symbols on their armor as the mercenaries below, with the exception of one. He was a black scaled Argonian with no horns and red feathers who looked entirely out of place in the battlefield, as his clothes were expensive and only slightly muddied by the marsh. He wore fine jewelry and looked to be entirely unarmed.

"Looks like I got them, sir. Should I finish them off?" A Breton man asked as he stood over their frozen bodies with a shortsword in hand. With the medium armor he was wearing, he did not look much like a standard mage, though he obviously was to have paralyzed them. 

"No, this fight isn't going as planned, and they might be useful to us. Tie them up and bring them to the wagon. We're leaving." The finely-dressed Argonian ordered. The others in the room, about seven in all, were each well armed and armored with crossbows and blades alike. They crowded around them with weapons at the ready as the Breton gathered up the rope to bind them. 

"Unless you wish to meet an abrupt end, do not try anything. I know not if you are one of these foul vampires, but the silver bolts in these crossbows will kill just as well as steel if you are not. Do not so much as lift a finger against us, or you will find yourself with a new hole in your skull." The Argonian warned. 

Ahnasha was the first to be bound, but even after her paralysis was dispelled, she did not resist. They were far outnumbered in close range with enemies armed with silver. Even if she took out one or two, there was no way she could best seven at once. Transforming wasn't a better option, since it took enough time that they could riddle her with crossbow bolts before she could take her werewolf form. Once the Breton was done tying her arms behind her back, he moved on to Fendros. Hopefully, they would have a better chance at escape later on.