Kaleeth and Lorag were right behind Gallus in their pursuit of Ra'maranja and the other two surviving traitors. Ahnasha trailed behind slightly in the hopes of getting a clear shot with her bow. Unfortunately, the narrow and swaying walkways upon which they were running did not make ranged attacks easy to land. 

The three traitors were able to make their way all the way down to the ropes they had originally used to climb up, but it was at that point that Ra'maranja realized his doom. Looking down at the forest floor below, he could see that the allies he thought he had were nowhere to be seen. "Ah, where are our reinforcements?" He shouted in anger as he turned his head back towards his rapidly approaching pursuers. If they tried to climb down the ropes, they would be cut down easily, so at this point, they had nowhere to go. There were no other paths with which to escape; this was going to be their final stand. One of Ra'maranja's allies, the Ohmes-raht to his left, handed him his shield. By the time their pursuers had closed in, the traitors stood ready to fight, with Ra'maranja at their front. 

Ahnasha loosed an arrow straight at their leader, but with the shield, he was able to block it. Kaleeth had managed to catch up with him around one of the corners and shouted to him as they drew closer. "Get behind me!" 

With her own shield raised, Kaleeth did not stop as they reached their enemy, instead rushing straight into them. She did not care how many stood in front of her, they would not stop a shield charge from a werecrocodile.

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Peiter followed Sabine's lead without question, as he could not concentrate enough to form his own plans. He had never experienced silver wounds before, and was not prepared for the pain they would cause him. It had been long enough since the fighting stopped that the pain was hitting him at full force now, and it was only desperation that kept him moving. 

The Cathay-raht had regrouped with all of his men and were nine strong now, which was enough to handle two werewolves in a straight fight, particularly when one was wounded. Sabine and Peiter passed close by them, but far enough not to be heard as long as they were careful. Their pursuers would find the blood soon, and would be on their trail once again. But, they would have their chance to get to the stream, which would hopefully cover their tracks.