"Right there with ya, city-boy." Lorag added. Just the same as Janius, he went through his transformation as he rushed forward. Once Janius pounced on one of them, he gave his support by grabbing the spear of one of the mercenaries who had his sights on Janius and snapped it in half with one hand. Of course, there were two more looking to attack Lorag from his left, but they were close enough that he was able to lash out at both of them with his free arm. With a backhanded swipe, he managed to knock both of them clean off of their feet. He ended up cutting himself on one of their swords, but it wasn't enough to stop him from swiping his original target to the ground and tearing him apart with his claws. 

Meesei activated her lightning form, then took a few steps to the right to clear a path for her to bolt escape straight into the middle of the group of mercenaries. For the ones that Lorag and Janius were not already handling, they found themselves shocked by nonlethal, but still substantial amounts of electricity from both the bolt escape and lightning form. As she materialized in front of the officer, Meesei conjured up a bound sword and swung for her neck, but the officer was a resilient woman. Despite the shock, she raised up her blade to block Meesei's. strike. "I don't think so! I'll not fall so ea-" The officer began to shout, but she was quickly interrupted by a stream of fire from Meesei's free hand suddenly engulfing her head. Almost immediately, she fell on her back screaming in pain and trying desperately to put out the flames. She was resilient, but not nearly quick enough.

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For as much as he threatened, the noble was more focused on escaping than anything. he grabbed a key from his pouch, reached down, then unlocked one of the chains at Fendros' feet. "Now, once I get these chains unlocked, you better not think of trying anything. You might be a lycan, but my blade is silver, and it will be at your throat the whole time."

Just as the noble finished speaking, the sound of screaming could be heard somewhere from outside the door. It was hard to tell exactly how far away it was, but it sounded like it was in the building. In another attempt to signal their location, Ahnasha let out the loudest howl she could manage. 

"Hey, what are you...no! Quiet!" The noble shouted in panic and frustration. His retribution was fierce and violent. He swung his blade towards her as hard as he could with her blade. His target looked to be her neck, but he was clumsy in his rage and missed by just a few inches. Her right hand, however, was right in the blade's path. It scraped just under most of her fingers with superficial cuts, all except for her smallest finger, which it severed entirely. Ahnasha's howl turned into a pained whimper as her hand was coated in her own blood. She wasn't going to bleed out entirely from the injury, but the silver would certainly inhibit her healing.