At first, the soldier started to reflexively turn his spear towards Gallus, but the warrior next to him grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Although this was all happening rather suddenly, no one, not even the Cathay woman, wanted to interfere with the Champion, whoever she might be. With Meesei's reputation, it was possible that they simply expected that the real Champion would be the one to emerge victorious. 

As for the fight, Meesei intended to end it quickly. She jerked the impostor's wrist towards her, then slashed her claws across her face. The woman attempted to retain her momentum and tackle Meesei, but against the power of Meesei's lycan form, she might as well have been pushing against a wall. With her height advantage, Meesei was able to strike the back of her opponent's head hard enough to knock her to the floor. The impostor's claws did make a few cuts down Meesei's side as she was forced downwards, but they were rather minor wounds. 

Once her opponent was on the ground, Meesei reached down with one hand, grabbed the top of her head, and started pushing it into the floor to help keep her down. At the same time, she stomped on one of the impostor's hands and kept her foot pressing it into the ground, while stabbing her claws into her shoulder. The impostor tried flailing around with her free arm, but with the angle Meesei was standing at, she could hardly reach her. 

"[i]You[/i] are the one that the enemy sent to impersonate me? Your appearance is the only trait you share with me. Your control over your beast is that of a novice, and your strength barely more than a pup." Meesei growled. She was normally not one to boast in any way, but in this moment, she needed to make it abundantly clear which of them was superior. She dug her claws deeper into the impostor's shoulder, which produced a pained growl. "Surrender yourself, and any knowledge you might have, and you may yet live."

"No...never! I will not give myself up to a...mongrel like you!" The impostor shouted. Again, she tried to struggle, but again, Meesei pushed her claws deeper into her shoulder. 

"Surrender, now!" Meesei demanded, tightening her grip even further. 

"Aaaarrrh...I...can't!" The woman shouted in a voice as close to a scream as a werewolf was capable of producing.

Meesei's response was simple, and unmistakably threatening. "Then I shall make you." She declared before pushing her claws as deeply as she could into her victim's shoulder, while also pulling outwards. Bones were crushed from the force, and tendons snapped from the strain until Meesei finally ripped the arm clean from her body. The impostor let out a roar of pure agony as the blood poured from her wound, forming a pool beneath her almost immediately. 

Instantly, Meesei began her transformation back to Argonian form. Just as she had told Gallus, she did not necessarily want the impostor to die just yet, and if that was to be the case, she would need immediate attention. Of course, the type of aid Meesei intended to give was no more pleasant than the initial injury. As soon as she was back to normal, Meesei extended her hand down towards her opponent and let loose a stream of fire directly onto the wound to burn it closed and stop the bleeding. 

Between the dismemberment and cauterization, the impostor fell unconscious from shock. It remained to be seen whether she would survive at all, but it was still a possibility at this point. The one certainty at the moment was that Meesei had made the undeniable impression that she was not a woman to be trifled with. 

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[i]"M'ibasa wants to rest."[/i] He said, hanging his head low. [i]"Walking, walking, more walking. It's all we've been doing for weeks. He wants to just...go to sleep for a few days, then have all the time he wants to play with his friends. Inside, out of the sun."[/i]

Ma'tanza smiled at M'ibasa. [i]"Brother, Ma'tanza thinks that is something all of us can agree with.[/i]