It had been a long time since Fendros had even thought about his own experiences in a torture chamber opposite Ahnasha. The help he received from Najirra and the time since the incident had mostly healed his inner wounds. Spotting the girl on the rack, however, caused a buzz of panic to pour out of the corners of his skull and block out all rational thought. Thankfully, his focus was on the jailer. He didn't need to think about anything more than killing. He rushed the jailer with abandon, not even raising his shield, and swung brutally at her arm that held the knife she had pulled out. Fendros' cut sliced through clothing, skin, flesh, and even bit through the bone. The impact of the swing threw the Bosmer jailer off balance, and as Fendros drew his sword back, the final threads of flesh were cut through, severing the arm entirely. The moment that followed allowed a heavy flow of blood to pour from the wound as the jailer fell to the ground with a deafening scream of pain. Fendros didn't stop, holding his sword in both hands as he stabbed the jailer in her middle until she was silent.

Then, and only then, did Fendros find that his fear overtook him. He pulled off his shield and walked to the nearest stone wall, leaning his forearm against it and pressing his eyes into his forearm. He was breathing heavily, desperately trying to recollect the calming techniques that Najirra taught him. It was all he could do to not feel sick.

"What on...Oh, Mara's mercy..." Janius was checking the room for any other threats before his eyes landed on the torture subject. He put away his axe and jogged around Kaleeth to reach her. He looked around the mechanism uneasily, trying to find out how to release the girl, and came upon the crank that extended the rack. He found the release for it and attempted to slowly ease the stretching. "Irenya! You are needed!" Janius shouted up the hole in the ceiling.

Tzirret had descended the stairs just in time to see Leaps lay into another enemy. In case Leaps was having any trouble, Tzirret stepped up and struck his spear into the enemy's side. If he was still alive, it was probably a mercy given how Leaps dealt with the others. When he looked up to the rack, however, he left his spear in his victim and went wide-eyed. If it weren't for the fur, he probably would have paled as he quickly found a corner and leaned over, retching.