Ra'maranja bared his teeth at Gallus. He had managed to get to his feet, but he was hopelessly surrounded. For someone less dedicated to a cause, they would have surrendered long ago, but Ra'maranja was zealous to his master. He knew he was going to die, but he did not care. He cast his gaze on the closest of his enemies to the edge: Lorag. 

With a defiant scream, Ra'maranja charged at Lorag with his shield in front of him, intent on tackling him off of the edge, to both of their deaths. Lorag, however, easily saw what he was doing and was prepared. He braced, and when he was hit, he did not budge. Ra'maranja fell to his knees in front of him as Lorag looked down and gave a satisfied laugh. He punched the Khajiit clean across the face with his heavy armored gauntlet, then kicked him unceremoniously off of the edge of the platform. 

"Hmph, pretty weak for a lycan." Lorag commented. "Pathetic traitors."

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The Cathay-raht growled in frustration. He could still smell the lycan in the area, but had no way of knowing exactly where it was. Trying to attack would just open his men up to another ambush, and the longer they waited, the further their prey would draw away from them. "Bah, this is pointless. Back to the road." He ordered. Upon his command, his men started to follow his lead, but maintained their positions around him. They continued watching all sides as they slowly and deliberately headed off in the direction of the road to Senchal. They would still be difficult to attack, but at the very least, they were no longer tracking Sabine and Peiter.

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Peiter's heavy breathing became more apparent as he shifted back into his human form, as well as his wounds. He had a gash across his arm, a hole in his back from the arrow, and another gash running diagonally across his abdomen, to his upper leg. The water flowing across him turned red with his blood, though it did dilute quickly. Regardless, at the moment, he was more concerned with his bleeding than being tracked. Sabine's healing provided some relief from the pain, but it was not going quickly enough at stopping the bleeding. Peiter was no healer, but he knew what he had been taught about silver wounds. He knew that the metal stunted healing for lycans, but there was a technique that Meesei had used years ago on Oswall, when he was wounded. It was something that could be useful even without a healer. 

"We have to get away from this stream. Fire. Fire can stop the bleeding. Just...burn the wounds closed. I can take it, just...just do it quick." Peiter said, his voice betraying his fear.