Peiter wasn't sure about this plan. Granted, his own plan had its problems, but there were just so many of them, at least twelve. He did not see how they could hold their attention for long enough. At least, not without being killed themselves. Regardless, it seemed like Sabine's mind was set as she shoved him away. Reluctantly, he dropped his halberd and started to transform as he ran over to the north-east. He was fully in his beast form by the time Sabine launched her fireball, and at that point, he had no choice but to attack. 

Like a bolt of lightning,, Peiter sprinted out from the bushes behind the archers' northern line. They were not grouped closely enough together that he could jump them all at once, but two on the side to his left were close enough. On the first Khajiit, he pounced before she had even had time to turn her head. His claws ripped into her throat without effort, dooming her to bleed to death. The Bosmer beside her raised his bow to Peiter on a reflex, but did not have time to draw before the werewoulf swiped at his weapon and forced it out of his hand. From there, Peiter dug his claws into the Bosmer's collarbone, then smashed his head into a nearby tree hard enough to split his skull. 

By this point, the next closest hostile, a Cathay, was in the middle of drawing his bow, so Peiter sprinted towards him. Even a Cathay could not resist the mass of a werewolf barreling over him, so he was knocked to the ground and received a slash across his chest. It was not likely lethal, but Peiter could not stay to finish him off. As quickly as he had arrived, Peiter sprinted away briefly to the north, then to the west. Arrows were loosed in his direction, but just as Sabine had predicted, there were too many trees and bushes in that location for them to get a clear shot. Unfortunately, not everything was going to plan. 

On the archers' southern line, one of the archers looked up to a Cathay-raht in chainmail beside him an shouted out. "Ah, it's an ambush, sir! Ra'maranja must've been found out!"

The Cathay-raht growled. "Bah, we can't stay here, but we're not leaving empty handed." The Cathay-raht, who was likely their leader, glared at Peiter to the northwest, but before he could give an order, another of his men shouted to him. 

"Sir, I think I saw one to the south!"

Peiter's heart dropped. The archers had been alert when they attacked, and evidently, one had managed to spot Sabine's movement after she moved. 

"Get the mage!" The Cathay-raht shouted, preferring the closer, slower target. Immediately, the entire southern line was running in Sabine's direction, and the northern line started to recover and move as well. Peiter was meant to keep harassing them with hit and run attacks, but there was no way he could allow Sabine to be overrun. Despite the plan, he sprinted straight to the south towards Sabine...and across open ground. The remaining four in the northern line, seeing their target once again, drew and fired. Peiter was an incredibly fast-moving target and difficult to hit. He heard an arrow hit the ground to his left, then a tree to his right, but on the third, he felt a sharp pain in his pack, which was quickly drowned out by adrenaline. Even if he could not feel it clearly, though, he knew he had been hit. He stumbled slightly, but did not stop. As a werewolf, he could take a few hits and keep fighting. There were six or seven hostiles between him and Sabine, but again, he did not need to kill them. He just needed to make sure Sabine could get away.