"Khajiit will die before he..." Ra'maranja started to shout, but he was quickly cut off when Kaleeth's shield had impacted his own. He had braced for the hit, but that was quite irrelevant. From the force of her shield charge, he was knocked onto his back, and nearly off of the platform entirely, were it not for the rope siding he caught himself on. Kaleeth glared at him, raising her blade towards him. "Yes, you will." She threatened. 

To Kaleeth's left, the healer in Ra'maranja's group tried to engage her. She launched a fireball, but Kaleeth was fast enough with her shield to block it. She could feel the heat from the small explosion of flames, but Kaleeth herself was safe from harm. She slashed at the Khajiit, who was unarmed apart from her magic, which caused her to jump back to dodge. Kaleeth did not relent and continued to press her attack. Unfortunately for the healer, she could only step back a few more steps before falling to the ground below. 

Lorag ran up beside Gallus as well and gave him a quick nod. The platform ahead was wide enough for all of them to fight, so they could go in together to finish them off. He was not armed, but in his steel armor, he was still plenty deadly. Blades were almost useless against the steel plate, as long as he could protect his head, since he had left his helmet back in the main structure. 

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In the aftermath of Janius' attack, a few shots were fired, but they were quite literally shots in the dark against an opponent they could not see. The forest was thick, and an easy place in which to hide. The Cathay-raht knew this well, and tracking his prey was not so important that he would risk allowing for more attacks.

"Stop! Form up!" The Cathay-raht shouted. His men encircles him, with each of them picking a side to watch for movement. The Cathay-raht himself, who towered over his men, carried his blade in one hand, and drew a crossbow off of his back with the other, which he quickly readied to fire. Each of his men had their bows ready to draw and fire on a moment's notice, while he sniffed at the air. Khajitt themselves had a keen sense of smell, and this one had the scent of a werewolf.

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Peiter did not have a good concept of how long they had been running, only that it was quite a long time. They could not hear or otherwise sense any trace of their pursuers behind them, but that did not mean they were not there. They could still be tracking them patiently, waiting to catch them while they were vulnerable. He had heard the stories of the lengths lycan hunters would sometimes go to in order to kill their quarry. 

Eventually, Peiter began to slow down and occasionally stumble. Between his blood loss and his fatigue, he could not go on much longer. "Wait." He said, collapsing down to his hands and knees in the stream. "I can't...keep running. How far...have we gone? It feels...far."

Peiter took a few moments to catch his breath as he looked around at their surroundings. "Maybe...we can stop? Not here, but close. Perhaps stop my bleeding, then we can move away from the stream to throw them off if they're still following?" He suggested. If they did stop, they would need to be sure it was what they wanted to do. They would not be able to transform back once they returned to their human forms.