On both ships, as the hatches out of the holds were torn off and spilled more light onto the shackled clan, those who had transformed began to leap up the steep stairs to join the fray. It was a tight fit through, so they only came up one at a time. Those who were less patient began to transform just to be free, but they would not be needed for the fight. The majority of others remaining stayed put, tensely murmuring to one another and listening up at the ceiling.

Specific to Meesei's ship, the silhouette of one werewolf actually climbed down into the hold after the fighting werelions were done climbing out. He looked across the sea of perked ears that stared back and he sniffed at the air. "Ahnasha!?" The werewolf shouted with gravel in its beastly throat. It was Fendros, checking to see if his family was alright.

While Janius was mobile on the top deck, leaping upon and dropping the crew as they slowly reacted, he took a few superficial hits. His beast relished in the bloodbath, free to fight without the fear of silver this time. Soon enough, when Kaleeth emerged, he focussed on making sure that none of the crew with harpoons or other long weapons could not take advantage of her slowness. The pair virtually secured the top deck on their own. The help from the werelions that followed them was just about insignificant. Meesei's way was clear, but for those that tried to climb the rigging to escape. Unfortunately for those that tried escaping upwards, Uthri had a penchant for climbing.

Not only did Sabine not feel the need to fight for too long, but she had been concerned about the people packed below where she was sleeping. Once she tore the hatch off and allowed the fighters to emerge, she took the time to snack on her previous kill to sate her beast, before reverting back to Breton form and stepping down to the remaining people who were shackled. One by one, she began to step around the clan and release them from their shackles with magic, prioritising those who needed to be released the most by asking.