With the spearman threatening Meesei dead, Kaleeth committed to a shield charge against the nearest shield-bearer to them. It was a Nord larger than herself, so naturally he was braced and ready to push back with his own shield, but he did not anticipate the sheer force with which she hit him. Kaleeth barreled over him and started smashing in his chest and head with her mace hard enough to bend steel. She was a surprising foe to face, but just as in training, she had a hard time reacting quickly enough to defend herself once she had committed to an attack. Fortunately, in this case, Lorag had been charging along with her and set his sights on the mercenary closest to her. He was the last shield-bearer on their flank, and Lorag struck him with a furious swing. Instead of completely dodging his spear, Lorag angled himself so that it deflected off of his chestpiece. Then, once the mercenary was sufficiently off-balance, he tackled him to the ground and finished him off by collapsing his skull. 

It only took a few moments for Meesei to regain her bearings. They had broken the mercenaries' shield line, but that still left a decent number behind them. Many of them were confused without the direction of their commander, but they were outnumbered, and it would not be long before they tried to rush. Meesei, however, could introduce a bit more chaos into their ranks. Lightning pulsed around around her as she charged her spell, which she released in the form of a seemingly massive lightning storm in a cone in front of her. It looked exceptionally intimidating, but given the wide area it covered, it wasn't as strong as a normal lightning bolt. There was no way for it to be lethal to a person, but it would be painful and could stun most of the hostiles in front of her. Anyone in a full suit of metal armor would be unaffected, as the electricity would flow through the suit instead of the wearer, but most of them were not wearing complete suits of armor. Many simply had plates covering important areas, while some of their armor was not metal at all. 

"Quickly, charge while they are stunned. Janius, Kaleeth, take the lead." Meesei ordered, as they were the ones with shields. "Stick close together." 

Ahnasha and Fendros were led away from the village with blades pressed against their backs, and if they were not capable of killing them, then the crossbowmen would certainly finish the job. Ahnasha looked desperately for a way out but she could see none at the moment. Perhaps once they reached the wagon, they would have a chance. After all, they still didn't know that they were lycans. 

Just outside the town, there were three wagons with even more guards, who were quick to usher the pair into the one in the middle. Almost as soon as they were forced into their seats, their rope bindings were replaced with chains and wrist irons. Those wouldn't prove an issue for their werewolf forms, but they still needed an opportunity to turn safely. The apparent leader of the group rushed his employees to leave, then joined them in the middle carriage with a selection of his guards. They left with haste, but the Argonian leader still seemed concerned about his new prisoners. He looked to the Breton mage who originally paralyzed them and gave him a nod. "I'd prefer it if these two weren't conscious. Can you deal with that?"

"Of course, sir." The Breton responded, reaching across the carriage and pressing his hand to Ahnasha's forehead. She considered resisting, but she quickly lost that option once he cast his spell. Over the course of about a minute, he drained her stamina to the point that she could no longer keep herself awake. As strong as she wanted to appear, she gave Fendros one last fearful expression before falling into a deep sleep, upon which the mage moved on to him.