With both of the potential Champions transformed, many of the soldiers around them showed their first real signs of doubt in what they had been told. Meesei was very obviously the superior werewolf, and much more in line with her reputation. Some of them began pulling their weapons back and giving each other questioning looks. Meanwhile, Meesei took a few more steps towards the imposter. 

"You are small, weak, and far from being anyone's Champion, impostor. This ploy you and your masters have constructed is clever, I shall admit, but you are nothing next to me. Come, the Champion of Hircine is meant to be the strongest lycan in Tamriel. If that is you, then prove it!" Meesei shouted, punctuating her challenge with a loud growl. 

Meesei had expected the impostor to back down once she had a good look at who exactly she was facing, but too her surprise, she still stood firm. Or at least, she had a certain frightened determination. Perhaps she was too afraid of punishment to even consider failing her mission, or her beast spirit was driving her anger, but instead of backing down, the impostor rushed forward, likely in the hopes of landing a surprise strike. Meesei, however, had much finer control over her beast than her opponent, and was able to catch her arm by the wrist with little effort. It appeared as if this was going to be a fight, though it did not look like it would be a difficult one. 

Just to the right of Gallus, one of the soldiers was holding his weapon forward nervously. He was just as clueless about what he should be doing as his fellow warriors around him, but he looked as if he was inching his way forwards, and could possibly interfere. 

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Ma'tanza chuckled lightly. [i]"Oh please, don't talk about that. You're making Ma'tanza thirsty just thinking about it. She tends to like meat more than fruit, but this one would just love to get her hands on something nice and juicy. Though, meat can be juicy as well. Imagine a nice, bloody cut of mutton, or pork. Something freshly killed and unpreserved. That would be great.[/i]

Bheja groaned. [i]"Yeah...can we not talk about this? I have been craving real food for...well essentially the last few weeks. I'd rather not think about what I'm missing out on."[/i]

Ma'tanza crossed her arms and huffed. [i]"Oh, so now it's you who wants to stop talking?"[/i]